Most mornings, about this time, I get on my bicycle or put on my running shoes and head to work. It’s three short miles across San Francisco, mostly downhill or flat on the way to work. It’s a tiny bit of exercise and a faster commute than the bus, most of the time. But this morning B is going to drive me to work… feels decadent, but I get a few more minutes here and she gets to sleep in a bit longer. Never hurts on a Friday.