Holidaze

Wow. One never really realises how tired one is until one takes the time to allow one's body to relax (or, like last week, one catches the cold-from-hell and said body decides itself to shut down for a few days).

I'm in that happy holiday fug where I neither know nor care what day it is. It's officially the middle of my time off.

And Sleeping 10-12 hours a night is wonderful. Yes, Sleeping with a Big S, because when you sleep that long two nights in a row it's worthy of respect. Yes.

Silly season was quiet but fun - personal higlights being getting the kids' Xmas presents right, and riding great singletrack with a good friend (in almost freezing but dry conditions). Rode Saturday and Sunday, ride today, will ride tomorrow.

Bikes are fun.

Oh yes.