After your first day of cycling, one dream is inevitable. A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs, and round and round they seem to go. You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow. ~H.G. Wells, The Wheels of Chance
I considered airing up the tires on my bicycle and going for a ride in the neighborhood this evening. Unfortunately, a storm complete with baseball size hail detered me from riding a bicycle up and down the street. It's a good thing I wasn't riding my bike when the storm hit our neighborhood. I could have been knocked unconcious.
Instead of bicycling, I spent my evening dealing with a iPhone malfunction. My lovely Apple device decided not to function properly. There was absolutely no sound coming out of my phone. I couldn't hear the phone ring. I couldn't hear anyone on the other end of the conversation. I couldn't even play one song on my phone. The only way I could hear anything was to plug the headphones into the device. Then and only then could I hear anyone on the other end of the conversation or hear any music.
Four hours later and a complete restore of my iPhone, I can now here my phone ring. It's not at all how I was planning to spend my evening. The longer it took to fix the problem and restore the phone, the more frustrated I became with the situation and myself. I finally had a breakdown. I baked two dozen chocolate chip cookies while I waited for the restore to finish. I ate at least a dozen of the cookies myself.
I'm about one minor catastrophe from a nervous breakdown.
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