Author: rommel

San Diego finally won something, one to nil over LAFC, and this one was a proper MLS match rather than the Leagues Cup, where they took a few games but are already out. A modest result, but the first that feels like it counts. Elsewhere the campaign continues underground; I’ve pressed into the Caverns in…

Crossed 150 miles on the new bike today, a quiet marker that the thing has stopped being new and started being mine. Good work too on Spotter and Fiber Club; both moved further in a day than they have in a while. In the evening I caught up to Silo. And I have begun Diablo,…

The march through Warcraft III is done, and Diablo now stands next in the campaign; the work for Blizzcon is running ahead of its schedule, which is a rare and welcome thing to be able to record. Between the two I crossed into Mexico to secure Liza’s medication. That errand outweighs all the rest. A…

The day belonged mostly to the house, the ordinary upkeep that leaves little to record but has to be done all the same. As I write this, San Diego and Puebla are still going, the result not yet decided, and I’ve made peace with not knowing how it ends before I set this down. The…

Forty miles on the bike today, the longest ride in some weeks, and the legs held better than I expected. At home I finished the dark elves campaign in Warcraft III, a small saga carried to its end at last. In the same spirit of clearing the decks I sold the PS5; I had not…

I spent the day fussing with the bike fit, which is a quieter way to lose an afternoon than most. On advice I dropped the seatpost a good deal, but the new position sits wrong under me, and now the hoods feel a reach too far. Nothing is settled. I expect I’ll keep at it,…

A domestic day, and no worse for it. I watered the lawn in the morning, then put the PS5 and the old bike up for sale on OfferUp; there is a certain clarity in deciding what you no longer need and letting it go. Fried chicken for dinner closed things out, which is its own…

Forty miles on the new bike this morning, its first proper outing and mine with it. A machine is one thing on paper and another beneath you on the road, and by the end I had the measure of it. The evening went to a Japanese barbecue with friends, the kind you cook yourself over…

Much of the day was spent waiting. The grease I need to mount the pedals should arrive today, and with it the last piece of the new bike build; a water bottle and cage are due as well, less essential, but a rider intends to put on miles. There is a particular patience in a…

A productive stretch on Fiber Club, with real progress to show for it, until GitHub chose to have a bad day. Its Actions were down for the better part of the working hours, and there is a particular helplessness in being ready to work while the tools sit broken beneath you. So I turned to…