Yesterday, riding my bike home from work, one of the loogies I launched landed right on the front of my saddlebag. I didn't notice it until this morning.
On the good side, I was going fast enough for that to happen.
Oh, yeah. I gave blood for the first time since my chemotherapy a few years ago (which was for nut cancer, Bob). It felt good to be back in the saddle again. And, it's good to be back in shape (even though my ass is still too fat), and have the nurse comment on the slow rate of my mighty pulse (51). Just like back in the day, when the Red Cross nurse made me run in place in the hallway; 'cause she wasn't going to enter a pulse in the 40's in the books. Heh.
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