Friday was purt near perfect, weatherwise. It was one of those afternoons, when it seemed a shame to remain indoors, and just about any excuse to get outside sounded reasonable. But things truly were slow at the office, so I made a judicious application of a couple vacation hours. When I got home, I put air in the bicycle tires and went riding around with my thirteen year-old son. Since we were out in the early afternoon, it felt like we had the whole town to ourselves. We even took advantage of trying to kill ourselves at a skate park, since no one else was there. No extreme stunts, really. We rode the ramps, but avoided the more dangerous jumps.
I thanked the strangers for allowing me to snap a few photos, then called my boss to thank her for letting me get out on such short notice. I'm glad I asked their permission, and I'm glad they both said yes.