It's 3:55 on Friday afternoon before a 3-day holiday weekend. 84 degrees with scattered clouds. There are probably three attorneys in the office, including me. And every time I look up from my work, I see MacAttac peeking from behind the door, like a dog with a leash in its mouth.
Long rides and runs are painful. But it's even more painful to stay focused when a beautiful ride awaits.
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