"If it weren't for Philo T. Farnsworth, inventor of television, we'd still be eating frozen radio dinners." - Johnny Carson

This is going to be a short post. Very, very short.

I left the house at 7:15 and got home at 10:45. In between I did 53 miles on the bike. Generally speaking it went well. I stopped for the second time at the McDonalds on Rheems and Grand to fill my water bottles, and with 16+ miles left to go the fatigue set in. But that's OK; I expect that toward the end of a long ride.

At the 44-mile point I got a surprise that amped up the adrenalin, big time. I was on the Loop 303, a 4-lane divided highway with a wide shoulder and a 55 mph speed limit. Just focused on smooth, easy pedaling when I got SMACKED on the right cheek by something big and heavy. I saw it as it bounced off me and onto the side of the road - a bag of something. I also noticed that the printing on the bag matched the cargo van that was going by me - a van with the word "Pizza" in big letters.

I'm sure they thought it was funny. I thought it was scary. If the bag had hit me higher - between the shoulder blades, or worse, on the head, it could easily have knocked me off the bike. Broken bones?

The van was probably doing 60 mph so I didn't have time to get any more info before they were gone into the distance. It occurred to me 10 miles later that I could go back and get the bag and the information printed on it, but to what purpose? I didn't see anyone, so there's no way to prove who threw the bag.

This is only the second time in decades of riding someone has thrown something at me. The first time it was a beer can - relatively harmless. This could have been much worse.

T'ank you, Fadder.

The rest of my day has involved very little activity, and that done very slowly. That bike ride took it out of me. I folded and stuffed the bulletins, loaded the gear into the Sorrento and made up something special for Kids' Time tomorrow. This evening we went in to Josh & Aubri's for dinner and a bit of a celebration for Caedon, who turns 5 tomorrow. Pam made him a Pillow Pet, a dinosaur she designed herself. He was VERY excited about it!

Now I'm going to bed. I'm not going to tell you what time it is because it's embarrassing. Your 8-year old gets to stay up later than this. But tomorrow is Sunday and I need some serious recovery before the morning's activities.
So, goodnight!