Over the past two weeks, I’ve had all the fear and anxiety I can handle. It’s time to seek a little comfort.
We normally ride bicycles on Saturday morning with our Trail Trash group. Today Donna stayed home, for the very good reason that there’s much to be done after last week’s California trip. Other members bailed too, and only three of us hit the road, riding into the periphery of Hurricane Norbert, which is crossing into Mexico a little ways south of here. We started out in calm winds under dark overcast skies; after only four miles the wind started gusting strongly from all directions, along with rain, so we turned back. What was to have been a 25-mile training ride turned into an 8-mile scramble for cover.
By the time I got home the rain had stopped, so I mowed grass, cleaned up after the dog, vacuumed the pool, worked in the garage, and scouted trail for a hash I’m haring Sunday afternoon. I always feel uprooted after a trip; now I’m grounded again, and there’s comfort in that. In between chores I put on a pot of stew, which is, at least for us, comfort food, especially on a dark, rainy, windy day. We’ll curl up in the family room tonight, dinner trays in laps, and watch a movie while we eat.
I hope investors, financiers, moguls, and CEOs the world over sit down to comforting bowls of stew tonight.