Urbana-Champaign Bicycle Commute

SOmething about a full moon. Maybe those astrologists are right and the eclipses created a buildup taht this full moon is finally releasing - but I made stop lights nicely tonight and enough words were flowing in my head to inspire me to figure out that digital recorder so I could save them at least once to see if they made any sense later. And the Gazelle tyres are mushy but they didn't splat so I got home in a timely manner, and now I've got that new tire to put on.
Among other things I was contemplating friendships and relationships and the tensions created by trying to make them fit structures, and that little VOice of my Perfect Lover (the best term I can think of for my favorite surreligious quasi-entity) piped up and reminded me that love is a verb and not to try to make it stand still; that the only thing to do with a good verb is to be it and do it.
Let's go downstairs and see what it tastes like.