Clarification:

Certain recent house guests here in the Windy City neglected to mention that when we went to the seafood restaurant, we dined with a local celeb. True, it wasn't quite as cool as the last time we went to the same place and dined with Public Official A. But still. I'm just sayin'. When's the last time YOU ate with someone who goes on TV for a living? I thought so.

Health/Riding Update:

Got a cortisone shot in my knee 2 weeks ago and it's much better. Swelling's gone, it's pain free* (*some exceptions apply, not valid during all activities), so there's no surgery in my immediate future. Yeah. Plus, I think I might be almost over the nasty little cold that settled in for a nice long visit in my chest. It's been a mere 13 days of hardly any voice and hardly controllable coughing, which has not been delightful. I finally broke down and saw the doc today (mostly because I think Sherrie is close to smothering me with a pillow in the middle of the night, thanks to my ability to cough, loudly, whilst sleeping, soundly or otherwise) and despite my protestations, said physician prescribed me antibiotics. She mutter words to the effect of "we'll call it bronchitis" under her breath, so I'm thinkin' it ain't exactly a pin point diagnosis that requires prompt pharmacological intervention. In other words, being my father's daughter, I'll start them in a few days, if I'm not even the least bit better before then. Maybe. Still, I'm unfortunately recently reminded in the worst way that I have no health problems worthy of complaint. To wit, a good friend of ours got diagnosed with MS last week. She's about my age, has her own business that by all accounts has been going gang busters of late, and now this. So, really. I'm good. Really really good, in fact.

As for riding, the doc had me off the bike for a week to let the cortisone do its corti-magic, but I've been back riding for a week now, and despite the coughing I really want to get back out there for a race. So, I think I'll do a short little crit out in the 'burbs on Sunday. Just 25 minutes and some manner of "climb", or at least what passes for a climb in these parts. Prolly more like an overpass ramp, but whatever, I seem to be climbing pretty good lately despite my declining fitness, so it might be good for me. Plus, me and a teammate might have designs on pushing the pace from the getgo just to see how many people's legs we can rip off in the first 5 minutes. It might end up being our own, but as Lyle says what would we be if we didn't even try? We have to try. (and if it's not too late, make it a cheeseburger.)

Query:

Where is everybody? JB, you owe me a post - pictures of some bikes, at least, remember? Tang, we miss you. You too T-flo. And Nomas, where you be, bro from another mo? Momma B, how's your hinge? The cortisone worked for me, I'd suggest you try it. What about your wrist? Is the brace working? And what's the latest on your lightheadedness? Have you gotten someone to check your thyroid? A doc pal 'o mine swears that's what you need to get looked at. Can't hurt, right? What about you Daddio? All better from the last flush and fill job?

Peace. Out. Peeps.