I don't know what I am going to do with the stationary bicycle. It's Karen's. She moved to some place in Creekside, I know not where. I don't feel right giving it away. I'd prefer to give it back to her but it's awkward.
That reminds me. Missed opps. I am starting to see the opportunities around me where I might develop some kind of conversation. I think I might start noting them in here. A way to encourage myself to speak up or to say something different from what I do.