Oh well, last night I hit my suffering threshhold, so I had to bounce back up this morning, and it happened on my way to work. When I pulled out of the alley, there was a cop behind me on 12th Ave. For several blocks two other cyclists and I played "we-are-so-law-abiding" with him, stopping at red lights, waiting for them to turn green, riding single file. Then the cyclist behind me said, "He's gone!" and, on cue, we all start pedalling furiously, running the red lights, and more or less reverting to our normal anarchistic behavior. I found it very amusing.
It was nice having Mikhael visit us; we miss him already.
My back tat is looking good, and healing up okay. I posted pics on Facebook.
I plan to do some marathon laundry and housecleaning tonight; hopefully that will help me jettison the last of my blues.