I'm not 23 days in. I rode last Monday and then had a big ol' nasty run o' tennis matches all the way late Saturday. Exhausting.
Sunday I took a brief coffee ride with Dave on the QB and barely kept pace. Tired. Good coffee though. .5m from home I had another spoke snap on the QB rear wheel. Sigh. Later I went back out on the Ute to deliver some sold bike schwag. I need to sell some stuff to fund a new maybe project.
Today I sit here ready for bed and it's 6:15. If I weren't driving soccer taxi later I would have a nice glass of grape juice and drift off at 7.30. Oh well.