Monday, March 05, 2012

It's not you, it's me

No, I didn't want to be able to see other social media sites.

No, I didn't need more space.

I was sick. And tired. And then sick some more. And tired pretty much all the way through.

So that's where I've been. And where I still am, sort of. Although all I've got to show for all of that now is a nagging cough, I'm still tired, although I'm getting back on my bike today, which says something.

It probably says that I'm stupid and a little scared that I won't be in shape for my 200-mile ride in August. But I can probably nap on my bike, right?

Did I mention that I was tired?

3B seems to have gone down with me--although we barely avoided ear infections by getting him on antibiotics right away--but then bounced back faster. Of course. He is still, like 67 times younger than I am. Mama and Jewel have somehow stayed the hell away from whatever plague took down 3B and I. The women are smarter.

During this time, there has been a brilliant trip to a museum, a wonderful brunch with friends, more words out of Jewel's mouth than grains of sand on a beach...and that's just the parts I was awake for.

I'm sure that I'll be able to recall them and write about them...just give me a day or so here to wake up.

And maybe visit a few other social media sites.

Papa Bradstein will ride 200 miles across Massachusetts in two days to help fight cancer. Please support his ride.

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