Loneliest Number

My bum is so sore today. I went biking yesterday and the part of me that hurts most is my butt! I have this six speed mountain bike that I bought from a neighbor. It's nice, incredibly light weight, but when I took it up hill I began to think I was even worse out of shape than I thought. My friends began to outdistance me and I was struggling to keep pace. (It didn't help that I hadn't eaten.) Once we had gotten to the half way point in the trip my front tire went instantly flat. John let me take his bike, very generously, and I quickly learned that a bike with more gears is infinitely easier to ride. Oy. We had a wonderful lunch at an Indian restaurant in Baltimore. That's actually the second time I've had an Indian buffet. They have these very interesting deserts that resemble donuts, they sit in a cool liquid and they're quite sweet. A sort of dumpling.

Predicaments! A pile of cd's got returned a little while ago and two were missing discs. That is actually unprecedented. All from the same person, but I didn't see them, wish I had, both their address and phone number are illegitimate which makes contacting them impossible, not surprisingly this person is also blocked. I also have something else I don't know what to do with. A patron hold with the wrong movie inside... Just a friendly little know saying the right one is expected in a couple days. In the meantime what? I'm alone on the desk. Questions will have to wait.

I feel alone on my blog too. My friends aren't responding anymore. Maybe it's facebook? Or their lives are very busy right now? One is the loneliest number. Now I put that song in my head.

My philosophy book group is dwindling down. John and Stevanne want to figure out how to recruit more people. I can't really help on that account. The one friend I know who is into that already goes.