Today's events
I biked the Death Trap Bridge to go to see Dr. Meds. Dr. Meds again tried to push on me a med he must get a pretty perk for. I didn't want the med last month or the month before or the month before that, and I don't want it this month, either. I didn't say that, of course, but I thought it. And I did decline it. Again.
All sweaty and disgusting and disgusted, I then biked to the milk shack. After securing my milk, I contemplated an out-of-the-way visit to Trader Joes. Just for some wasabi mayo. I decided wasabi mayo wasn't worth the slight inclines I might have to travail. So onward ho to home I went. Toting two gallons of milk ... in glass jars ... across Death Trap Bridge ... during rush hour ... being grossly out of shape. Yeah. I should be in bed recuperating. But, no, I am awake and alive with a pot of coffee brewing to keep me awake and alive until I figure out a thing or two about waffles and cheese and meds-pushing doctors.
All sweaty and disgusting and disgusted, I then biked to the milk shack. After securing my milk, I contemplated an out-of-the-way visit to Trader Joes. Just for some wasabi mayo. I decided wasabi mayo wasn't worth the slight inclines I might have to travail. So onward ho to home I went. Toting two gallons of milk ... in glass jars ... across Death Trap Bridge ... during rush hour ... being grossly out of shape. Yeah. I should be in bed recuperating. But, no, I am awake and alive with a pot of coffee brewing to keep me awake and alive until I figure out a thing or two about waffles and cheese and meds-pushing doctors.