there’s always that one thing that makes things that much more difficult. i accepted that i was going to get back from tour really early in the morning. i accepted that i was going to set two alarms and roll out of bed wearing the same clothes that i’ve been wearing for the last twelve days and go to work after only two hours of sleep. but, as i walked out the front door, i realized it was raining and that riding my bike to work would only result in getting soaked. it was an automatic, wet walk the few blocks to work and a day that stayed gray and was made only barely functional by caffeine. i had talked to people optimistically about having to work this day, but have the next day off, but what is actually in store is 3 days of work in a row, and no amount of answering e-mail or listening to internet radio is going to make that more bearable.
it’s strange to come back to bloomington but instead of running into friends excited to ask you about tour or tell you what they’ve been up to, to be grogilly staring into a computer monitor. still, the wet trudge to work brought some comfort in the familiarity of the sidewalk cracks and aging schoolyard, the bright paint of the bike project doors and the stupid apartment buildings.