Hello, trip-hangover. Can’t say I’ve missed you.
For the past couple weekends I’ve been off gallivanting and doing dual-sport rides. When I haven’t been actually riding, I’ve been thinking about riding and prepping to go away. Now, I’ve got nothing in particular in the pipeline and so the post-trip hangover has its claws out.
Excitement is an addiction apparently. Now I’ve got to slow down and navigate my way through relishing the fun I’ve had. That and making sure that I keep myself open to experiencing the good times that will just pop up on the fly. I suppose it’s all about perspective, right? Without any plans to tie me down… a million-billion great and exciting things could happen!
When I woke up this morning the entire house stunk of garlic. Last night after dinner, apparently we’d left a couple garlic knots uncovered on the counter. Perhaps it’ll keep the evil trip-hangover spirits away. If you see me wearing a garlic necklace to work tomorrow, you know what’s up. I’ll let you know how it goes before recommending that course of action.