Call me a glutton for you-know-what, but I organized a 35-miler with Dan and Bill today, laying out the route that I’ll use when I take the Bicycle Commission on its outing this Wednesday. I still had enough energy to cut my lawn when I got home, using Uncle Art’s old rotary push mower. I don’t know exactly what it is, but this two-day burst of physical exertion has swept away my unpleasant Friday Funk…