Stupid Whiny Times

Things are going very well. Yawp has been offered the lease for the space it wants to occupy. There may be some rad events in the works. Life, as they say, is as good as puppies on a rainbow trampoline. 

Despite the general top-notchness of things, there come days when everything inexplicably seems horrid, and a person comes to hate one's own marvelous life. This is the worst kind of badness. This is even worse than first-world problems such as "I've run out of storage room in my larping shed" and "I hate how long it's taken me to count all of this money." This kind of problem is saying "I'm alive in one of the best times and places that has ever existed on this planet, and it sucks." 

I knew I was in the midst of stupid whiny times, and there I did not want to stay, so I took a trip to Three Sisters. I rode up to the fork near the top of Evergreen mountain and told the trail "I'm having stupid whiny times," but at that point I realized that I was no longer having stupid whiny times because I was really enjoying myself. Stupid whiny times had ended, unnoticed by me, within two minutes of the trailhead.

Riding a bike is preventative maintenance for stupid whiny times, eliminating at least 80% of them. So lets do ourselves and all of our friends a favor and get out there as often as we can. Sometimes I wonder what my dog would be like if I didn't walk him for three days and then gave him a bunch of and caffeine. He would be like the Flash in that he'd be able to vibrate through solid walls. People probably aren't much different.

Tangentially related, here are all of the pictures I've taken at that particular fork. In fact, let's have a quiz. Question: which of these bikes is not like the others? 

Answer: the invisible one. You're right!

In closing, I hope your week is free of stupid whiny times.