On the way home, we drove around the back of the island, which we'd never done before. There's all this road back there! Skinny single-land Irish road, but also perhaps so little in the way of traffic that *biking* might be possible. I still think bringing my recumbent was probably a mistake, but maybe I can see if the mountain bike we brought is mine (I think we brought Ted's, but he thinks we brought mine) and maybe if it's mine I can go out biking a bit. The prospect makes me very happy.
Also, a couple days ago I went for a walk around the neighborhood, about 3/4ths of a mile total, and counted the number of houses for sale in that space. 16. I think our landlord's going to be very disappointed with the business of selling her house, unless she plans to put it on the market for about €230K, which I seriously doubt she will.
Ted made cream cheese brownies at work and brought a couple home for me. ZOMG yummy!
My sister points me at a childrens' story.
And now I have written _all_ the things I can think of, which means I have to go to work.
