The time: this morning. The place: my house.
RZ: Are you biking or driving to work?
Me: Biking, but if I get laid off, I’ll need you to come get me.
The ride was misty and windy, but I wasn’t going to not ride to work, in case it happened to be my last day. No matter what happens, these four months of bike rides have been the best thing about this job, which has been pretty great in and of itself.
I’ll let you know how it lands.