I forgot my "fun pills" at home today, so I am suffering through some pretty rough muscle pain in my chest.

I just ate through four books in the last three weeks, so there may be some hope for me after all.

I won't bike that far. Maybe into November, but once the morning temperature starts getting below 40, there's no way.

A casserole sometime would always be welcome. I'm back to normal, minus the endurance bit, so it's not vital, but who am I to argue against food? Food is mighty and I am not!