And I still don't have enough hair to quite go public.
You'd think someone with a possibly fatal illness in their near past would have learned something, wouldn't you? I mean, you'd think I'd be grateful for each day and brimming with wisdom. Not a shot. I am working and happy to be working, but no more able to just take things in stride than I have ever been. I want to be thin. I want to work out more. I want to work more. I want to travel more. I want to do everything.
And I'm still taking naps, goddamnit.
(We saw deer, muskrats, herons, Canada geese and song birds. At one point a little flock of Canada geese complete with half-grown goslings, blocked the bike path. As we rode through, a couple of geese stepped forward agressively and hissed at us, their beedy black dinosaur eyes fixed on us menacingly. I went ARRRRGGGHHHHH and they stepped back, and then Bob went RAAAWWRRR. From the road, two guys in spandex--serious bike people--yelled, 'Bark like dogs!' But we were already through the flock. I can't wait until the next time. I'll bark.)