Or just the right time. Several years without a post or pic is a horrible way to treat a blog, even if it is read by only me. The time has come, maybe the right time or maybe just some time - in any event, I'd like this to matter again a bit.
Thoughts of time lend themselves to thoughts of things done and left undone, or hopes of things yet to be done; a resurrection or just a restart. The convergence of being off the bike for the summer with ankle surgery, not travelling to the beloved Montana this summer, and seriously revising my racing plans now that the dread fifty has been passed seems as fine a reason as any to make this...place, or log, or document , or what have you, become renewed as well. So then, beginning from rusty writing vantages and rolling into revised lifeblood of family, cycling, and racing, here we go. There is no plan, no form, no central ideal, but there is a suspicion that things will get better as it goes . . .