Encyclical

[desperance]

So it's Karen's $BIGNUMBER birthday party tomorrow, and I am throwing together the odd dip and so forth. I needed horseradish root; so hopped on the bike and zoomed down to El Camino. And dismounted, and reached for my bike locks, and - yup. Wrong bag, no bike locks.

So back on the bike and pedal home, swap bags, go back again. For two inches of horseradish, yay. It's important.

And in other news, the Mac is mightier than the sock.