State of the Sooky
Feb. 11th, 2010 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdBiking to Mordor:
You have biked 49 miles.
You have passed Woody End.
It is 3 miles to the next landmark.
You have 409 miles to reach Rivendell.
The day's march promised to be warm and tiring work. After some miles, however, the road ceased to roll up and down: it climbed to the top of a steep bank in a weary zig-zagging sort of way, and then prepared to go down for the last time. In front of them they saw the lower lands dotted with small clumps of trees that melted away in the distance to a brown woodland haze. They were looking across the Woody End towards the Brandywine River. The road wound away before them like a piece of string. http://www.barrowdowns.com/walktorivendell.php
Good Scale day: 263.8 This is the lowest ever! Track it tight and stay on the bike. Next week, 20 minutes of biking.
Fly: made bed.
Work: am training the new line-haul person
Writing: none
Reading: finished one book, starting the next
Scent of the Day: Incubus. Spectral white musk and the heart-stopping chill of sheared mint, fanned by caramel-touched body heat, and the diabolical sensuality of black musk, nicotiana, and sage. smoky, sweaty caramel, some musk.
Meditation: Six of cups. Goodwill, innocnece, children, giving.
You have biked 49 miles.
You have passed Woody End.
It is 3 miles to the next landmark.
You have 409 miles to reach Rivendell.
The day's march promised to be warm and tiring work. After some miles, however, the road ceased to roll up and down: it climbed to the top of a steep bank in a weary zig-zagging sort of way, and then prepared to go down for the last time. In front of them they saw the lower lands dotted with small clumps of trees that melted away in the distance to a brown woodland haze. They were looking across the Woody End towards the Brandywine River. The road wound away before them like a piece of string. http://www.barrowdowns.com/walktorivendell.php
Good Scale day: 263.8 This is the lowest ever! Track it tight and stay on the bike. Next week, 20 minutes of biking.
Fly: made bed.
Work: am training the new line-haul person
Writing: none
Reading: finished one book, starting the next
Scent of the Day: Incubus. Spectral white musk and the heart-stopping chill of sheared mint, fanned by caramel-touched body heat, and the diabolical sensuality of black musk, nicotiana, and sage. smoky, sweaty caramel, some musk.
Meditation: Six of cups. Goodwill, innocnece, children, giving.
