A number of factors have conspired to keep me off the motorcycle the last few days and will likely do so for the next week or so 😦 Such is life. I’ve gone from a state of eudaimonic bliss to “ordinary existence.” Funny how “ordinary” has now come to mean this day-to-day state we all know so well. A few days of this is certainly fine but trouble starts when it extends much beyond that. As we all need rest and enjoy the afterglow of a eudaimonic period, this too has its rewards. Once that recovery period ends and you taxi into the hanger of just another day, you begin to consider your next flight. I am now in the hanger. How did I…