So, I went to a trivia contest last night, came home, went to bed and woke up in the middle of the night with a violent gastric storm that had me contemplating the mysteries of the universe while dumping the contents of my stomach down the toilet drain. Fun times. Fun times.
So, that really blew my cycling schedule. I feel better, it only lasted an hour, but I'm tired and a little queasy. Spending an hour or two pretending I'm climbing a mountain in France while drinking Ultima Replenisher (aka Gatorade for Diabetics) I've chosen to sit here and get to know the recuperative process.
Because I don't want anger my stomach, I'm not seeing very much culinary adventure on my horizons. Gert,however, does not feel the same way.
"What would you like for lunch," Mom asked.
"I want a man-sized burger from Dairy Queen."
"Did she just ask for a man-sized burger?"
"Yes. Yes she did."
"Well, I'll be damned."
She's eating her man-sized burger as we speak. With man-sized fries and a man-sized drink.
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