The rehab continues, slow steps of is-it-really-progress, exhultation in landing a 2-ft drop and not having my left leg buckle. It was the slowest of my 5 times up Tom’s Thumb, the goal only to finish not to supastar, and i did, and it was cool. Also cool how compatible me and my neighbor are.   Phone a friend? I’ll do it, i’ll drop trough – I really want to make a friend in the neighborhood, who rides, kinda close to me, and has lovely little girls to play with my girls.

10 minutes…drop 10 minutes and we are all good again.   I’ll take your 10 minutes, i could barely walk a few weeks ago. It won’t be as many as 10 minutes next week.

Returning tired to Pimp My House: Lame White Suburbanistas.   Whatever. i’m working here. I’m storing, I’m sorting, I’m promoting airflow. I’m making my house my own, a subtle balm after 6 months of low-level noise and and not feeling comfortable.   i came back from a trip to CO injured and pissed off and wanting to rehab and fix my house and not go outside til it was autumn about December. This will suffice.