Woke up this morning and thought I would go on a long quiet bike ride. Then I stopped at Peet’s for a green tea and pulled out my Men Without Women by Haruki Murakami. Dragged into Murakami’s world and no way out there went the long bike ride.

Not the first time my plans have changed so it is no surprise. In reality I hate making plans. Always mean I’m doing something I thought I wanted to do but now I don’t really want to do it.

Probably why I’m not a fan of having a job. I got to be somewhere I don’t want to be. But I have to pay the bills as they say. 

At least I rode my bike to Peet’s.