Xy - you've got male.

I debated posting tonight. Some Sunday nights I'm not fit for human consumption and writing a blog post runs the risk of something akin to self-immolation. So before we go any further, that caveat. I can, and should be held responsible for what appears here, but I'd rather not.

Can I just say... AAAARGH!!!!!

Ding, dong Bin Laden's dead.
Will anything be substantially different a month from now?

I've used up a 25 lb. bag of cat litter getting old cans of paint ready to throw out. But I now have two shelves of a garage cabinet cleared and ready to receive parts from Ilsa. Disassembly begins tomorrow. I've started looking for some of the parts I need when reconstruction begins and I can see I've got some challenges ahead of me. I need front seats. I have the spring sections but not the frames.

I've been off my bike for weeks. This must change. I know getting back to daily riding means a week or more of pain and humiliation but there's only one way to restore a decent level of fitness and it involves nothing pleasant or enjoyable.

So why bother saying you're going to make an announcement at 10:30 EDT when you must know you don't have all your ducks in a row and will be almost an hour late? Seriously, is your house so poorly organized that you're giving yourself dope-slaps on your forehead and saying, "Oh wait, we gotta tell ____ first before we make this announcement." And doing that for an hour?
Or (conspiracy theories arise) is the delay an intentional tactic to allow the news to leak out prior to the formal announcement for some tactical advantage here or abroad.

OK, maybe I'm allowing my bad attitude to spill over a bit. I'll sign off and try to be all better tomorrow.