Outside: The cold wind howls from a leaden sky, whirling flakes of incongruous snow across the shivering April lawn.
Inside: Fine silky thread runs through my fingers and over a tiny hook, twining into thoughts of December to come.
I am chilly from sitting still. I can think of two excellent ways to get warm:
1. A cup of hot chocolate (with a book on my lap).
2. A ride on the trainer.
Which would you choose?
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In the end I did both. Hot chocolate for my Normal Self, then the trainer for my Cycling Self, which can't stop thinking of the Very Special Ride looming ever larger on the horizon. There's nothing like a publicly-announced goal to keep one up to the mark. :)
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