Two 3.8-mile city rides.
I stayed after work a little bit, just fifteen minutes, but that will make a lot of difference in a month. I think I know where my headlamp is. Maybe.
Yesterday I cheated on Blake. I went to Hobby Lobby for lunch (and found oh! just the most unnecessary purse-shaped memo pad for my sister's stocking) and detoured into the parrot store. I would have bought the seed mix they picked up after Colorado Seed and Pet went under, but clerks were in front of all the bulk bins with large boxes so I just flirted with the birds.
A military macaw said "Hi!" as soon as I walked in, so I said "Hello!" back. I offered to pet its head, but it only wanted to step up. I don't step up a) big birds b) that I don't know c) onto work clothes, so we were at an impasse. I introduced myself to a double-yellow-headed Amazon named Daisy who wanted, despite being in a cage, to have its head pet. Very very much. It climbed up to the top corner, held onto the two walls with its two feet, and ducked its head to the side to grasp another bar with its beak, and exposed its neck. And I pet another bird's head! I did. I'm very bad. Amazons are not as soft as cockatiels. However, they dislike having their toes (so much bigger than a cockatiel's and that much more tempting!) touched nearly as much as my cockatiel does. Also, perching in a corner like that exposes the belly, and I for one cannot resist tickling a parrot's belly when I have access to it. It is easier to get to the hairs between the pads of a dog's hind paw and tickle those, but I'm a tickler.
I did look at buddy toys while I was there. I think we stopped making him toys out of balsa wood colored with food dye because he got bored with them. All he's wanted for ages is magazine blowcards and a peacock feather and of course his box anyway.