Things are pretty mundane here. Busy, but mundane.
Don rode the foldy to meet me at physio today. Then we threw the bike in the car and went to pick up little D.
We don't have the fanciest foldy, but for our purposes (guest bike, one-way trips, super portability), the Dahon Curve has been very good to us. I wouldn't ride it across the country or anything, but I'd still consider taking it on vacation.
Little D is being cared for by a host of family and friends over this campaign period while I'm teaching. Don's usual child-care is on hiatus since pretty much every waking moment is spent either doing the day job, knocking on doors, or other campaign-related things. I won't bore you with more lists.
So after we dropped Dexter off at an auntie's for babysitting we swung by elm briefly, to stuff some sustenance into our hyper-drive bodies.
Nate and Sarah at elm make such delicious coffees.
And sammies. We also picked up some beans since we're guzzling espresso at the bungalow.
Even though we're super busy, it doesn't mean bikes and the train disappear for our little family. Luckily the train takes Don all the way up and down the ward he is running in so he's been doing the train/bike combo regularly.
I've actually been quite homebound lately. Work is here. Campaign meets here. I'M here.
I suppose making little to no trips at all is one of way of being mindful of motor vehicle emissions?
Dexter. Teach. Campaign. Eat. Sometimes sleep.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.