A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.
The plan was to get up this morning and go for a ride. Unfortunately my father-in-law needed his garden dug out and the dirt carted out. I got a load into the wagon and the wagon had a flat so I needed to empty the cart, fix the flat and then reload. Then dump the dirt, come back, reload the cart, dump the dirt and so on. Then I mowed his and my lawn and then weed whacked. Finally I was free to get on the bike.
It was a beautiful day. I headed southeast from my house just trying to slowly up my miles. I need to get miles on my legs. Spring is finally popping out all around me and it was pure joy to ride. My legs are starting to come back.