Seriously, the two greatest things on the planet are rocks to climb and suicidally-envisioned transportation devices. Just spent the evening rock climbing at a midtown gym which pretty much ensured that my arms would be putty and my fingertips would ache from slowly being rubbed raw as I attempted to climb things my body physically is not ready for. And to cap that off, I went back to the office to pick up my Ripstik and ride that home. So now my legs, too, are putty and my feet are still tingly from that long (hah!) journey over rocky pavement.
I’ll sleep well, no doubt, and it feels pretty damn good! You all (do two readers count as “you all?”) should engage in the same. With me if you’re local. (Uh, I meant the rock climbing and ripstikking with me, not the sleeping. Weirdo.)