It felt fine. But I had to shake it out of my head, pull on my shirt and my shoes, put my bike together, and pack my bags. I pedaled slowly down the sidewalk, like an old prospector, a 49er. On the way to work. I slipped unnoticed through the back door as night was falling, and walked my bike down into the Cliff House catacombs.
Time definitely seems different in there.
He merely shrugged, because he doesnt know me, and doesn't like me. That's how the Cliff House is, like an historic old Library full of stuffy Librarians. I'm a loner there. I locked my bike to the nearest pole, showered in the locker room, and got myself ready. Cappuccino' cheesecake for dessert, a fresh cup of coffee, and five or six mints in my mouth at once.