The mower was acting up — sputtering, flooding, refusing to stay running. Needed carb cleaner. Could’ve driven. Got on the bike instead.

Two and a half miles round trip to the auto parts store, July in Pensacola, which means the air is soup and your shirt is a liability by the time you’re halfway there. Seventeen minutes of pedaling through heat that has weight to it.

Got the carb cleaner. Fixed the mower. The bike ride was honestly the best part of the whole operation.

Sometimes the errand is the exercise and the exercise is the errand, and that’s fine.

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// RAPTOR GIRL