“I’m not dead yet!”

I may smell like it, but I’m not dead yet. My trip was very long, and very painful. There was a wreck just outside Texarkana TX that caused the bus to have to stay parked on the highway for over an hour and a half. When they got enough of the road clear to let the parking lot empty out and become a highway again all I could see was 2 semis with a small amount of body damage and pointed against traffic, on the shoulder. I didn’t get much sleep because when I would fall asleep the guy in the seat next to me would complain about my swaying into his space and wake me up. Never mind that he was about a quarter of the way in my side of the seat the rest of the time.

When I got to Dallas I was about 2 hours late, and instead of having time to have a leisurely breakfast before continuing my business I had just enough time to dash home via DART, drop my bag and use the bathroom, then grab my drawstring backpack and divest it of the detritus of the bus trip and go back out to catch the bus to the appointment at the Lab Rat Keeper. First the good news, my weight is down to 201 even. The bad news is 2 months off the bike and all the stress of looking after Dad has caused both my BP and resting pulse are up. I have some other problems that are also due to the enforced inactivity, that I’m not going to enumerate. let it suffice that they are neither pleasant to talk about nor to experience.

Dad is doing as well as can be expected, actually a bit better in some ways. He has a long way to go, but he has already come a long way from where he was when we took him into the hospital just a few weeks ago.

Bike wrecks and commentary are coming tomorrow.

PSA, Opus

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