
Seeing the Valentine's Day stuff in the supermarket has reminded me that I don't know how to act anymore when I'm around Dee. I don't want to be stand-offish, it doesn't feel right, but at the same time, if I act too familiar, I'm afraid of sending her the wrong message. So I've been erring on the side of being kind of stilted and awkward around her.
The problem with the hooptie has resurfaced, which means I can go ahead and put another air filter in there and maybe get a few more days of driving out of it, but whatever is causing the air filter to clog up so badly is just going to continue to get worse.
Actually I'm thinking I might put some money into a bike instead. The only thing preventing me from doing so is the cold we've been having. A bike ride from the apartment to the place in town where I'd catch the Airline bus wouldn't be too bad; New Orleans is all level ground so there are no huge hills to worry about; that bus has a bike rack on it, and I still have the bike-rack-card I got from JeT when living in Jefferson Parish. Plus this would force me to be more active, which wouldn't be altogether so horrible. This solution might be troublesome come summer, (even the mornings would be almost too warm for a bike ride in July and August, without a shower at work) but I'd live.