i haven’t rode this little speedster in nearly a week.
and in the last 24 hours, i’ve slept 17 of them.
i’ve been way under the weather, my bedroom quickly becoming a museum of tea cups, crumpled kleenex, and empty aspirin packets. i sleep with my water bottle and inhalers and it’s getting sort of ridiculous.
sometimes you’re a little bit relieved to get a gnarly batch of cold if only to give you a proper excuse to slow down. but then, after day three passes, and day four passes, and there’s no sign of relief (and your man is in new york), the absence of doing anything and the general gloom of being stuck in bed, starts to really wear on you.
please pray i’m back up and running soon!