Sundays are the best days to bike, so it feels quite disappointing not to ride out the only day that overtakes the usual driving-frenzy Manila. Even if I bike almost everyday, I never liked a still weekend unless, maybe, it is with family  or friends out in the beach . Normally, I ride out early enough to get home for lunch or leisurely pedal the whole day if given the chance. Although the ber-months provide better cycling weather, I do not mind the extra-ordinary heat nor the rain unless it will compromise time. There was even a peroid that I was addicted to riding muddy trails until I realized that spending more time cleaning the bike than riding it does not make enough sense for someone a busy architect. Though I do not hate cleaning the bikes, as it keeps my cheapskate components rust-free, too many hours spent on it takes so much of the quality after-bike 'cooldown' time.

This unlikely damp Sunday interjected thunderstorms as if it really wanted me to do something else. And probably because of some lightings as well, it could have disabled the broadband connection and scrapped the attempt to pedal today. This allowed me to grab a Fortune magazine again and read more, spend time with Ice and finally savor our refurbished makeshift office desk and continue to write once again. Hoping I can take better pictures too.