Were we the only family that said “the cat will be fine” in literally every scenario? She’s gonna fuck off for a day. She’s on the roof. She’s sleeping in the engine bay of the car. Who cares? She’s a cat. She died quietly in her sleep at 16 years old by the way.
I get tremendous joy from riding my bike. I bought a used one but a good one and it feels like flying. I go out 2-3 a day if I’m not working. It doesn’t feel like exercise.