Rode into work again this morning, without incident. My workmates have got used to me coming in red-faced and wheeling a squeaky bike, so I’m getting fewer sarcastic comments. I suspect they’re running out of witticisms. They’re a fairly limited lot.
Rode home tonight, also without incident, and am feeling quite good about myself. I think I’ll keep riding my bike to work a couple of days a week even when I get my car back.
Had a pleasant surprise when I arrived home, as Ductile was waiting by the front door for me, complaining that she hadn’t seen me for a while. It was gratifying to have some company while I watched telly, even if it was the company of a standoffish cat.