In a hurry is pretty much the story of my life. I started trying to run as soon as I had found my own feet; or so my mother always told me.

On the days when I want to ride easy, it\’s very hard for me to pedal slowly. I might be in an easy gear; but my legs are still cranking away at over 80 rpm.

Even my inventions in the world of food can be in a hurry. Yesterday I created Gallopin\’ Garbanzos! Not that this is exactly a \”fast\” dish; all the elements need to be prepared.

Brown rice needs 30-45 minutes to cook. Pre-soaked and frozen garbanzos, I found, took only 20-30 minutes to cook \”al dente\” once the pot had come to a boil. I had to grate carrot and cheese; and chop onion and bell pepper. I don\’t dare try to do that chopping in a hurry; I\’m liable to end up with chopped fingers if I do!

Today, for a change, I\’m not hurrying. I was worn out and slept late; and it\’s rainy, too. When I\’m on tenterhooks about the weather for days, it\’s actually a relief when bad weather comes!

There won\’t be much of a weather window today when I could ride; but maybe after a while I\’ll don the poncho and ride the hybrid to the grocery store. When I went there during lunch break last Friday, I was in too much of a hurry to look for everything that I wanted.