Packing malfunction

It's been almost 2 weeks since I've hit the road.  A new record, perhaps not the best, but real none the less.  Today spent most of my day carting the twins from one place to another.  My ride this morning was cancelled with a new B- rider, female.  I think this could be the start of something good, met 2 riders, who would have figured,  on the check out line at our local grocery store.  They're both riders and I joined in and happened to make 2 new friends.  Anyway... We plan to start riding after she returns from vacation.  So back to the packing malfunction.  Got a call about 6:00 pm in a panic that apparently she forgot an extra set of under garments after a day at the pool.  Mommy to the rescue... although not willing to turn the key and yet burn more gas... whats 12 miles... a trip to the end of the driveway.  I gather the "goods", my geeky helmet and snap on... What I thought would be an easy way to get my ass back on the road with a leisurely ride, turned out to be a challenge of the wits and perhaps a meeting of he minds. I've had a lot on my mind lately... and it came out on my ride. Slow to start yet, as the passion run thru my veins, became a reawakening... I pushed hard, talked to myself... as I often do, no singing this time, no tears just challenges to be discussed. haha.... Weird I know, but it was so needed.  Average of 16 mph... good by all counts... Ralph would be proud.  Although don't tell him... heheh... not many climbs... shhhh....still good ????  Bottom line had a good talk with myself... this place of refuge never lets me down... perhaps the extra endorphins, who knows... but they feel good,  The wind felt good, even the car passing by,  the sun was starting to set, the shadows were good, the glaze of the sun, just perfect... My passion, my refuge..