damn it.

wednesday.
clinic was cancelled - no notice given to mateo. ugh. would have liked those extra hours for sleep/relaxing/making a good breakfast/moving slower early in the morning

lunch conference cancelled? let's find out. run inside, find clinic is canceled, fill out some paperwork, run outside, have a brief moment of 'i could have sworn i parked (locked) my bike here', see my lock still swinging on the bike rack, sans bike.

GRAAAAAAAVY!!!!

Noooooo!

My bike. Gone. God damn it. Seriously, 15 minutes. Lock, not broken, not picked, sawed right through. Bastards.

I raged (in my head) around SOMA for a few hours looking for my bike eventually tricked myself into thinking i'd appropriately mourned my loss. i was 'over it' for a day and a half until my boss asked 'how could i be so nonchalant about the loss, what with my bike all alone with no one who cares for it, possibly being cut apart or tortured?"

AAAAARGH! My baby. Alone, in the cold, with no one to care for it or keep it warm, inside and dry.

SOB.

RIP Gravy.
We had some good rides.