It’s Monday, so let’s just get this out of the way: I have a job.

Nice weather this weekend, so I got on the bike for a nice spin of, say, seven miles. There’s something about hunching down over the handlebars, pedaling hard, and then coasting down a long, winding hill that makes me feel like a kid again. Sweet. Everything else about riding a bike makes me feel like an old man. I’m getting there, though. Last weekend I had to dismount and walk the machine up a few hills. Not Saturday. Never gave up once. Though I wish I had. My knees are killing me, but I’m sure it’s only the tendons, bones, muscles, and cartilage, nothing serious. I’ll recover, though, and keep at it. After all, would Sam Clemens give up? No! Remember, kids: WWMTD?