Pedal to the Metal

Which is why I told Jill we rode 25 miles yesterday, not 30. That’s it, 25. I mean 28. Actually, I’m going to say it was 35 miles, round trip, more or less. Continue reading

Elbow Heal Thyself

My arm is doing much better, thank you very much. Vastly improved, if I say so myself. There’s a smidge of pain when I extend the arm, but it’s so minor I barely feel it. And knowing that I’m on the mend–99.9% back to normal–makes me one happy camper! Continue reading

Comrade in Arms

In case you’re wondering why I haven’t been writing, well let’s just say, I was invited over to someone’s house for dinner.

Yada, yada, yada, five minutes after arriving, without a stinking drink to blame, without an ounce of grace to my name, I fell. Flat on my face. Continue reading