Goodness me, how time does pass.

The details of my busyness are fairly mundane, so I'd rather share a dream I had recently. I was hanging out with my friend Ira Ryan and my sweetie gpickle, and Kent Peterson was there, too! We were talking about long distance events like the TransIowa, RAID, STP, PBP, and the like. Everybody had stories to tell but me, mostly because I'm too bashful to ride in organized events. Kent turned to me and asked, "So, what kind of events do you do, Cody?" I replied, "Oh, no. I roll solo." The whole time Kent had a towel draped over his shoulder. When he heard my response he laughed and firmly planted the towel on my shoulder. I beamed with pride as I was now the towel-holder, a title bestowed upon me by the admirable Mr. Peterson, no less.

Of course, this makes very little sense in a whole lot of ways. Although I ain't no rando, I think randonneuring is all about "rolling solo." You'll find no dopers in rando events, because that would be like cheating at Solitaire.

The towel feels kinda Douglas Adams to me, which explains why it was such a prize, but it makes me wonder why my subconscious thinks I'm a frood who knows where her towel is. Maybe it's telling me to satisfy my curiosity.