bad news

My bike was stolen Sunday night out of our open garage. I posted on craigslist about it, but I don’t expect to hear from anyone about it (except for the one condolence). This means I’ll be going back to the bike kitchen, and soon: I’m feeling confined without my bike, even though its only been gone two days.

In better news, there’s a new roomate in my apartment, and he’s great. My job is getting more interesting and more fun; I’m wrapping up the main part of the website development, and I’ve taken on some new tasks. I had a great weekend, full of projects and low-pressure socialization. I’d have some sweet pictures to show, except my bike was stolen, so I can’t take pictures of it.