done...

...no more bike racing for a couple of years. At least until I finish my masters, shorten my commute and have some time to train. Maybe I'll take up golf, or fishing, or hiking, or drinking, or running, or hunting...

our new neighbors in the townhouse right next door smoke, a lot. So much that the smoke is seeping through the common wall somewhere downstairs. So, when you walk in, you are greeted by the smell of smoke... splendid.