It's almost Seafair weekend in Seattle. The one time of year it's cool to live in Seward Park.

The weather has finally cleared, and the latter part of the week has been beautiful. A bit too beautiful today, as the sun pushed the temperature into the mid-80s. I managed to bicycle home. It was a very long and tiring ride. Some days I have it, other days I feel like a nut. When an old man with a large pot belly pedaled passed me on a hill, I knew what type of day it was. (For the record, he cheated a bit, as he had a little extra oomph from a motor contraption hidden near the chain. Or at least that's what I kept telling myself.)