In the morning sit on the couch with my cell phone to do court hearings over Zoom. In the afternoon ride my bike to Fox Point. Stop at Wheel and Sprocket to buy a new storage pack for the rack on the back of the bike. It snaps on perfectly. Ride bike down to Lincoln Park. Take a picture of the sky admiring its reflection in the Milwaukee River. Scream and yell at the demon in my head to get the fuck out. We battle then and there in the park. The demon is driven out. Ride back home. Sit down and write out my plan to prepare for my bike ride to Madison challenge. Go to Orange Theory. Walk to the lakefront. See the goose with a broken wing. Put out a huge pile of cracked corn under the Bodhi tree. He waddles up to the pile and eats. Gets it all to himself. He shares with the ducks that gather around too. Walks over to the lagoon for a long drink of water. Then goes back to the pile of corn to keep eating. Walk home happy. Watch “Dolemite is My Name” (2019).
