Insominia

Hello from a chilly, dark morning in Missoula, Montana. The outside cold has crept indoors, but I’m about to remedy that with some cooking. Mysteriously up since 2 am, my mind’s been racing with thoughts of work, refusing to let me sleep. It seems dozing off on the couch has thrown off my routine—I’m instating a new rule: no feet up until 9 pm, then it’s straight to bed.

In local news, John Tester has secured the election, but Conrad Burns hasn’t conceded defeat. It’s time to step aside, I’d say.

Apologies for the radio silence on the blog; the Missoula rains have turned my biking trails into hiking paths, but I managed a night ride yesterday. There’s no rest for the wicked with the Thursday Night Group ride calling my name—no post-work naps today.

This weekend’s cyclocross race in Helena marks my last travel race of the year. With the holiday season upon us, I’m eyeing a Christmas at Aunt Paula’s, a cozier trip compared to the long haul to Yuma.

Time to gear up for a challenging day at work. With a bit of grit (and coffee), I’ll conquer it.