broken

still fighting off the sick. worked, got a haircut, slept, went to the Indian grocers for some parathas. missed the Night Riders tonight at the Ginger Man Pub but i was not up for riding. i hate feeling like this: slow, groggy, stuffy, useless. ah, by this time next week we will be on the road to Denver. thank God, or whatever deity can make that come sooner. thirty degree drop in temperature, thin air, good food and family, and some amazing cycling. i have already rambled more than i wanted to here.

i also wanted to do a bit here for sub Sunday, giving you links to journals i recommend/think you should subscribe to/emulate...but now i am just worn out. sorry, friends. i respect you all, actually, all 97 of you. this is the truth. cheers.