When things break

I think I broke my bike. I’m not sure what happened exactly at this point. I think It’s my freewheel hub, but who knows.

I don’t like my bike being broken, as I am still limited in my ability to run. Instead of waiting I hoped in the car almost immediately to get the bike to the bike shop for repair. I don’t know if I’ll make it, but I have faith. I was going to drive by myself but J. Was insistent that he go.

There was a drone flying over my house today which made me a bit paranoid that someone was scoping out my place. I sound rather frazzled today, but actually I’m not. I’m surprisingly relaxed.