Friday I was so freakin' sick. Stupid period… this is not normal! My uterus and my stomach are not connected at all, I don't get why I should have to puke just because I'm bleeding. I should see a doctor.
Oh well. Saturday night James and I went to fireworks. Half a million people there, at least half of them parked illegally, including us. The towing company did a brisk business that evening, and thoughtfully included James among their unwilling customers. So we legged it for the 6 km back home and slept fitfully – though, that may be more because of my twin bed than the car business.
Oh yeah, and people who try to take pictures of fireworks with a point-and-shoot camera, WITH THE FLASH ON, are lame.
This morning James took my bike to the impound yard and I took the bus to church, then he parked my bike outside the church and I rode back home. I went to a different one today – St. James – and I have to say, that was the most high-church service I've ever been to. Incense, genuflecting, everything. I felt a little out of my depth. The organist was excellent though – I could have listened to him (her? dunno, organ's in the balcony) all day. Bach's Prelude and Fugue in F was the postlude (yes the postlude)… wow. It was lovely.
Anyway, I rode for another 45 minutes today. Not very rigorously, it was so cool to see different parts of the city that I'd never been through. Riding down 37th Ave the sun was setting and the new moon was rising – beautiful. 14 km all told today, not a ton, but I'm just starting out. Last week I was doing 8. Next week I'll go for 20.
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