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This weekend I went for a 30 mile bike ride up the West side of Manhattan to the George Washington Bridge.

Seth led James and I on a nice, flat spin along the Hudson, and to a stop at Dinosaur for a lunch of killer barbecue. Kris stayed home with the baby. I felt a bit bad about enjoying all that exercise and good food while he was stuck at home, so I ordered him a big plate of pulled pork, and stuffed it into my fanny pack.

When I got home, I grabbed a shower and took over parent duty for a few hours until Scarlett went to bed, and then I took a book into the tub for a long soak and a read.

I haven’t felt so relaxed in months.

On Monday, my mind felt remarkably clear, and I had a great attitude. I was able to get all of my tasks done and even whip up a pan of lasagne for dinner.

I know that I’m feeling good, at least in part, because Scarlett is getting over her ear infection, and is sleeping at night again. Part of it is because I’m getting over my sinus infection, and I’m sleeping again.

But it still seems like a couple hours in the saddle have done more good for my state of mind than 4 weeks of Zoloft.

It’s good to be back.