Pedal Another Mile

Bicycling, death, life after death.


Not as good of a sleep as the last few days. Woke up and just laid in bed feeling sorry for myself for about 30 minutes. Once I was up I was ok, but blah. 

I stopped into work for a few minutes to fix my computer so I can access it remotely again (been out 5 days), and then I picked up the Florida family from the airport this afternoon. We went to eat and then went through some more stuff of Billy Jo for them to take and remember her by.

I've been blah most of the day. Nervous pit in my stomach. Cried a little this afternoon. I am concerned about the next two days and how I will do. I can guarantee I will not forget my Xanax or Zofran, that's for sure.

Not much else to say tonight except "see a few of you tomorrow."