Last night I thought of \”hootenanny\” when I heard owls! I think they were barred owls; and it sounded like two of them calling back and forth.

For some reason, I thought that hootenanny was a hippie-like person who was a jobless bum and a troublemaker; but it’s not a person at all! Maybe I have vague memories of my parents using the term in that way; and things like that stick. And the \”hooten\” part of the word does does sound like hollering to me.

It’s rare for me to hear owls where I live; but I like them. Now and then I hear an owl when I’m out riding before dawn; and an owl’s call would have been most suited to this morning’s view of the crescent moon. I only have a day or two more to enjoy that moon; so I hope the weather cooperates.

Today I worked on my pace again; and tried four-minute intervals of pushing for at least 15 mph. On the way out, I did three sets of three. Homeward-bound, I started to fade big time during the second interval; so I “just rode” the rest of the way home. As usual, that makes me feel like a wimp. It happened last Tuesday, too! How am I ever going to improve my pace if I don\’t push through the discomfort more often?

There was almost no wind this morning, and of course that was a big help. I\’m going to get spoiled if it keeps up! Wednesdays I usually do my force efforts; so no hootenanny for me tonight!