There’s no more TGIF, now that I’m retired. It’s such a weird feeling. Friday, heralding the weekend, used to take forever to come. Now I catch myself thinking, It’s Friday already?

But today is no ordinary Friday; it’s Friday the Thirteenth. It’s supposed to be unlucky; so I’m wearing my Lucky British Black Cat pin!

Actually I was fairly lucky for this morning’s ride. The rain is over for now; and the wind wasn’t bad at all. It was partly cloudy; and a temperature in the low 60s is pretty comfortable.

I did wear long sleeves and a vest; leg warmers; and I used a skull cap. It isn’t chilly enough yet for full-fingered gloves, which is fine with me. When I need such gloves for my Sunday long ride, they make it much harder to take a bite of energy bar out of my snack bag.

Today I didn’t try any intervals; I just rode. My head feels stuffy again; and that, in turn, makes me feel tired. If I weren’t retired, I’d sure be longing for the time when I could think, No more TGIF.

At present I’m not exactly “training” for anything, anyway. The thought of shooting for a century crosses my mind now and then; but I doubt that I can be ready for one by early next month.

Then, just before Thanksgiving, I’ve got foot surgery scheduled. It’s not only the bunion; I’ve got bone spurs that make flexing my toes upwards painful. Recovery from the procedure will likely mean a few months off the bike. So no century before next June, probably. And then it might be getting too hot!