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i was nervous this morning: with the start of sewer repairs on my street, i was afraid one of those heavy equipments would carelessly damage my bike. as if to remind me in case i forgot, the jackhammers started at 8am. i heard a loud crash and jumped out of bed to take a look outside; my ride was still safe but the street had been transformed: trucks, diggers, cones, construction workers, cops. i went back to bed but slept restlessly due to the noise.

later in the morning i had a meeting with client N in allston-brighton. i was afraid it'd rain and thought maybe i'd have to take a bus but a check of the doppler radar revealed a temporary clearing so i risked it and rode the bike down there despite the slight drizzle. coming back, while waiting for the lights to change at an intersection, a couple of construction guys were giving me the business. "rebel! rebel!" one of them shouted from the ditch he was digging in the road, in reference to my motorcycle. his friend laughed, and said, "he's a nice guy this one, employee of the week!" there seems to be an unspoken brotherhood between bikers and construction workers. you ride a bike, you enter a secret world of blue-collared solidarity.

back at home i made a ham and egg bagel sandwich for lunch. with the weather so cold and overcasted outside, there was nothing else to do but to work at home. i put in 6 hours of coding before called it a day. i took a hot shower to put some heat back into my body (my household room temperature was at a uncomfortable 57 degrees). some leftover senjianbao for dinner (with a balsamic vinegar dipping sauce) and a quiet evening of prison break followed by 24.