Hey, I’ve reached some kind of threshold. Between fretting constantly over the pain Susan’s enduring (it’s worse than it has ever been before but I’m just not able to go into it right now), taking care of my family, some behind-the-scenes work for Team Fatty, and trying to get myself into decent enough shape that I won’t embarrass myself at Leadville, I am maxed out. Cooked. Fried. Toast.
Can toast be fried? How about if you batter it and then deep fat fry it? That sounds good.
Anyway, I’m going to take a short blog vacation. Starting tomorrow, I’ll be moving a few of my favorite older posts from my old Spaces archive, planning to do that ’til next Thursday. So unless you’ve been following this blog way longer than is healthy, it should still look like I’m writing new stuff.
When I come back, I intend to be tanned and rested. Sure, it’ll be a weird cyclist’s tan, but still.