Things are not going very well for my mother, so I've been down in San Angelo for the past several days to be with her. The days pass pretty quietly. I rise, eat some granola and yogurt, watch a few minutes of the Tour de France, and then set out on my bike to get a few miles in before heading out to the nursing home for the day. There I sit and read or doze, and watch re-runs of the Tour on television, since there isn't much else to do. Things are quietly winding down.
I've been staying with my sister, who lives in a neighborhood comprised mostly of hills. And thus it is that my rides are of a short but intense nature. I can feel a satisfying tightness in my quads that tells me I'm getting stronger. Having the Bike Challenge helps; it gives me something on which to focus. So though the ticker is moving in tiny increments these days, that it is moving at all is testament to the idea that life goes on.
It is already hot when I go out for my rides, though not unbearably so. Unbearable hits around noon and rises after that. Like it has been the whole summer, every day here is over 100 degrees, and it feels like the end of the world. But it isn't, of course. It's just one season among many.