This morning, I woke up around 2, worried that we were going to run out of gelato. I tossed and turned until I dreamt that Mike had made more gelato. Then I slept soundly a couple more hours until I got up and biked to work.
At work, I got by on espresso and chocolate milk. The work flew away like a sea bird, like it always does.
In the afternoon, I took a 15-mile bike ride around the academy grounds with a couple of 50-year-old coworkers (who are cyclists). They beat the tar out of me. I tried not to let them see me cry.
I biked the rest of the way home on the Santa Fe, through a torrential rainpour, on which I got soaked and happy.
I arrived at the gelato store. I devoured the rest of the coconut lime gelato. It didn't look good in the case, nearly empty, so I had to.
I made lemon raspberry gelato with my husband.
I went to bed. (I hope. Yet to be determined.)