Too much, too little

To Old Upper Thomson Road, 19 km. There's too much work when a) I wake up in the night thinking about it and can't fall asleep after that. b) when a bikelog reader asks if I'm overworked as I got a bikelog date wrong. c) when I ask myself if I should cycle tonight since I'm leading a strategy review tomorrow. Well, I can't take it anymore: too little sleep, too little cycling. So I cycle. My pedaling muscles seem connected to my smiling muscles; as I cycle, I can't help but smile. I meander about; just five km out of this highrise jungle, there is cool night air and quiet roads. And it's all free! (OK, I pay taxes but still ...)