dynamic elf

I think of myself as a more joyous person than my daily happy-thing observations might lead you to believe. Especially given that today's crowning glory is: I'm still here. But wait, no, really, it's great.

I had a crummy grumpy morning full of grump, but I packed my stuff up on my bike, pumped up the tires, kissed the relevant loved ones, and went to ride to work. At the end of my block, where I make a left turn onto a one-way street, I was getting nervous because I felt as if the car behind me was too close. I signaled my turn, checked to my right, and started to turn left ... just a bit too fast. And what do you know! My bike slipped out from under me, and I skidded on the slushy icy pavement. The car stopped, waiting to see how I was, so I stood up, checked my limbs and head (limbs: intact, head: didn't hit anything), wheeled my bike to the sidewalk, and waved the guy on.

And I was barely even shaken! I put the chain back on, popped my front fender back into place, and walked the bike up to the main road to start biking on a NON-icy road. I seriously considered going home for about half a second, and then thought better of it. And as I was riding to work, glare in my eyes, sunglasses still on the kitchen counter at home, I couldn't stop thinking: shit, I'm glad I'm alive, and my biggest problem in this moment is that I have to squint.

When I got to the office, I discovered that the lycra had done its job as I skidded across the pavement, but I still had a bit of a scrape on my knee. So I patched it up (much to my officemates' concern) and made my coffee, and, why, fuck! Here I am. Here I the fuck am, drinking my coffee, posting to livejournal, and here you are, reading it. Today, that's my happy thing, and today, it's enough.