It’s the summer solstice, the longest day. It started with house cleaning for a viewing and teenage resentment with pointless arguments over what’s fair and what’s not. What’s not fair is that the horrible little buggers set the tone of an uneasy tension for the rest of the day.
After lunch and some lounging about, I had to go out on my bike:
a) to escape the sulky tension.
b) keep my legs turning over (a short spin is as good as a rest).
I had to detour around a police blockade due to a fallen tree across the road while it was cut up and removed. I went around the other side eventually to see what was up (or down) but all I saw was a crew cutting up some wood and chipping it in a noisy machine. There was a large cut log about 1.5m wide and 4m long on the back of a truck. That’s some road block.
Back I went slowly home but the mood hadn’t changed. Right now, 30 minutes to midnight I’m listening to music from a party 2 doors down and can’t get to sleep. Yep, it’s been the longest day of the crappiest year.
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