I enjoyed a slow ride along tree-lined residential streets, and eventually made my way to Crema, at the corner of SE Ankeny and 28th. They’re known for excellent baked goods made in-house, and their coffee isn’t bad either.
I ordered a fat slice of some of the nicest pumpkin bread I’d had in a long time. Moist and flavorful, and without nuts — a walnut allergy compels me to ask every time so I don’t end up eating something that will make my mouth and throat itch! — and a generous portion. It went well with a fresh cup of coffee and the latest issue of the Willamette Week, which fetures their editorial endorsements for the November election.
The truth is that I’ve had to come to terms with just how much Long Covid and the pandemic have aged me. I simply haven’t been able to enjoy long rides anymore, because of creaky knees, occasional dizzy moments, fatigue or a combination of all of the above.
This time, I tossed my bike on the bus to shorten the ride home. Even with that, I still managed about five miles of riding, and got home in time for a lovely afternoon nap.
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