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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