Open sores and open jaws

Yesterday was mostly nothing to write home about, but MAN, there was this like 25 minute stretch last night where everything that could have gone wrong WENT.

• Got caught in the single gnarliest patch of a thunderstorm for the ride between Lake and Franklin, which is the ten-minute leg of my commute home that I spend on my bike.
• Caught my headphone cord on my shifter while getting my bike through the door, which meant that I:
• ...Slammed the front door on my rear drailer.
• Then I went ahead and smashed some glass all over the basement stairwell.

And then I had a beer and some cinnamon toast.