Greetings from a cafe that seems to have left its charm at the door, alongside any semblance of scones and Wi-Fi (currently leeching internet from the electronics store next door). My wallet’s on a diet, meaning the delightful scones and complimentary Wi-Fi at City Brew are a no-go, so here I am, courtesy of a pal’s generosity, nursing a cup of joe at the most vanilla of corporate coffee joints. And oh, the saga of disappointment marches on.
Today’s race in Polson? Axed, thanks to a blizzard’s untimely cameo. There I was, hitting the road at the crack of dawn, only to realize I should’ve been hitting my inbox instead. Fast forward, and I’m hunkered down with my PDA, trying to blog my way through an ambiance thick with the aroma of coffee and the frostiness of its servers. It’s like everyone’s on the brink of a caffeine-fueled duel. Had a chat with a fellow queue warrior whose tennis plans got snowed under too. Marvelous.
Retreating to the confines of my abode, I embarked on a culinary rampage, devouring anything within arm’s reach before succumbing to a food-induced coma… And now, here I am, basking in the glow of my coffee-powered artificial sunshine, attempting to wring out some creativity.
Seems I’m about to face off with the blizzard again, in a valiant effort to rescue what remains of the weekend. I’m pondering ditching racing altogether, just to be a tad more adaptable when life decides to throw its curveballs. Because clearly, it’s throwing blizzards right now.
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