MISSING!

Well...the timing of this could not be more absurd. My bike went missing sometime between 8 p.m. and 8 a.m. from the hallway of my apartment building. I've parked my bike there for over a year and a half and it's never been molested. Not once. My neighbors are pretty diligent about who comes in and out of the building so I can't imagine what happened.

Today's entry was going to be about my last day at the NYU Child Study Cente; and that in exactly 1-week I'll be flying out to Seattle to visit my friends Chris and Maureen and their new baby Nick; and how I needed to ship my bike to Seattle this weekend; and the few items left on my list to purchase for the trip, rear-view mirror, waterproof jacket.

Instead--I need to figure out what in Sam Hill I'm supposed to do now. I have basically 5 days to build a new bike.

Any bright ideas are appreciated.

"Every rascal is not a thief, but every thief is a rascal." — Aristotle