Wednesday 4 May 2011: Float
Today something really, really grand happened.
And because I'm superstitious and odd about such things (and nothing else in my life, I don't think), I am not going to tell you what it was.
But, as it's a very alienating thing to do to you, dear readers, I will tell you on Friday. As Friday night (or perhaps Saturday morning) it will be past tense, done. Reportable, if not necessary full of detail.
Butterflies. (Not in the photo. Rainy Boston bike in the photo.)
Oh, also, backblip.