More progress

Second long bike ride of the year. I climbed up the 'curse at the map-maker hill' in one go. Ha! I did, however also knock off a six year old off his bicycle. He made a gracious half a circle in the air, almost in slow motion. Then his little body plopped on the grass. He was unharmed, just startled. He looked at me as if I was the Devil impersonated, with clouds of fire and smoke behind me, horns on my forehead, and a spiked tongue. Which I do not have, though this ensemble would surely come in handy at times. Say, when I'm late for work, or don't have a chapter or a project finished on deadline. That is, I could use it every day.
I met some protesters in Davis Square on the way home, demanding that someone should divest from something, am not sure who or why. Not the clearest poster in the world, though they seemed very adamant about it. I thought of stopping to ask, but at that point all i could think about was hot shower and food. I have my priorities...