Blecch

Sick with the stomach bug that kept Bekah throwing up all through the day Friday, so I don’t have much to say. It just came on this morning, so ti didn’t spoil the Mother’s Day weekend. The girls awoke their mom in ballerina costumes (you’d be amazed what we have lying around the house) and truly made breakfast, and it was all so very sweet I just wanted to bottle it. We’re so blessed.

Other thoughts, quickly: 30 mile bike ride Saturday, in my old haunts in Glenville and Scotia. Haven’t ridden there in years. Ridge Road is every bit as steep as I thought it was, a 10% pitch at the outset. Even passed the old store (not a store for many many years) where we used to buy our Wacky Packs, created in part by the then-unknown Art Spiegelman. “Survivor” – do your duty and vote for Rupert to win the million. My Sanseverino disc came, remind me to tell you about it when I feel more up to it. The Giro d’Italia is on OLN every day now, but I can’t seem to figure out a setup that lets my VCR do timed recording (no, I’m not stupid, it has to do with the digital cable setup).

Uggh. Back to the couch.