Not to brag, but I used to be pretty good (ok, reasonably decent...which counts as a lot in a small town) at the skating arts. Mostly I did ice skating because I grew up in Connecticut where it's cold AF half of the year, but the skills translate rather well to the roller version. I was double digits by 1990, and roller blades were most definitely a thing. You know you had some. And probably, like me, you haven't rolled since then.
Until a week and a half ago, we had this cool old roller rink not too far from our house. I didn't want to take my kids because I worked at an elementary school afternoon program in college and one of the kiddos had a terrible accident (the peeing kind, not the injury kind) on a field trip to the roller rink. Let's avoid that. I thought maybe I'd go with my husband, and just as I warmed up to asking him if he was interested, I fractured my tailbone and the rink announced it was closing forever. So that didn't work out at all. But we got in a photoset on location nevertheless.
It's Wednesday! Cheers to the midpoint, everyone, and thanks for reading.