Blasted stupid hair-trigger immune system. I hate having a food allergy, I really, really hate it. Not life-threatening, but it makes me very uncomfortable...
Book most recently read: An American Cycling Odyssey, 1887, by Kevin J. Hayes, about a man named George Nellis who rode from Herkimer, NY to San Francisco in 72 days during 1887. Nellis averaged 50 miles a day on one of those high-wheelers (or penny-farthings as they're called, the ones with a huge front wheel and a tiny back wheel), rode for an average of 10 hours a day, and lost 23 pounds in the process. He nearly drowned in a flash flood, killed a coyote, was chased by a bull, etc. And he was also writing up his trip for the newspapers. After reading about him, I feel a bit inadequate. I don't think my husband's read this yet, as he'd be inspired...although the husband also likes the Five-Star Cycling book where the author and his riding buddies took the Rand McNally approach to bicycle touring, that is, taking off with the Rand McNally map instead of a more detailed cycling-specific map, biking on limited-access highways, nearly getting arrested, sleeping on park benches on the South Side of Chicago, in the Michigan City Jail, etc. etc.
Off to chores and to study for the Patent Bar.
Book most recently read: An American Cycling Odyssey, 1887, by Kevin J. Hayes, about a man named George Nellis who rode from Herkimer, NY to San Francisco in 72 days during 1887. Nellis averaged 50 miles a day on one of those high-wheelers (or penny-farthings as they're called, the ones with a huge front wheel and a tiny back wheel), rode for an average of 10 hours a day, and lost 23 pounds in the process. He nearly drowned in a flash flood, killed a coyote, was chased by a bull, etc. And he was also writing up his trip for the newspapers. After reading about him, I feel a bit inadequate. I don't think my husband's read this yet, as he'd be inspired...although the husband also likes the Five-Star Cycling book where the author and his riding buddies took the Rand McNally approach to bicycle touring, that is, taking off with the Rand McNally map instead of a more detailed cycling-specific map, biking on limited-access highways, nearly getting arrested, sleeping on park benches on the South Side of Chicago, in the Michigan City Jail, etc. etc.
Off to chores and to study for the Patent Bar.