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ARGH.

QUADRICEPS.

Somehow not the body part I expected to be making a stab at incapacitating pain this morning. I've taken an Aleve.

argh.

(Side note: I still think the biking yesterday was worth it.)

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All the stuff in the news about Hurricane or Tropical Storm or Whatever Cindy has left me wanting to yell 'Marsha Marsha Marsha!', even though it's the wrong Brady-name. There, I've said it.

More importantly, it's made me realize... this is the first hurricane season in six years when I haven't been hovering in front of a television or news feed of some kind, cursing when I didn't hear a weather report. I'm not responsible for marking anything on a map, or opening a new fund to hold hurricane-related money, or anything like that. I have no chance of winding up in a smelly hotel in Louisiana for three weeks at a stretch, or being asked to drive a huge clumsy truck over a thousand miles, or...

It's so weird to see hurricane season from a civilian's point of view.

Oh, hey, memage.

You Are 59% American

Most times you are proud to be an American. Though sometimes the good ole US of A makes you cringe Still, you know there's no place better suited to be your home. You love your freedom and no one's going to take it away from you!

How American Are You?

"My quest for the real Betty Crocker was a quest for... America, really. The American ideal. And you know what? I think I may have found it. Farewell."
*thinks for a minute* "Overly hyped, but basically a good broad?"
"Bingo."

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Apparently the reason that my undercarriage was not sore most of the day is because I was not exerting actual pressure upon it. In the interests of maintaining some fitness-type activity, I took the bike out today to go to the supermarket- not the one three blocks away, nor the one a full PATH stop away, but one near the Hoboken border that I'd only seen in passing before. As soon as I got a leg over that thing... yeah, ow.

Went away once I resettled my weight, at least.

1.4 miles out, some time spent poking around the supermarket, 1.4 miles back with the ill-balanced bags dangling from my wrists (I have gotta rig up that carrier). Then I had to get the food and the bike up the stairs. memo to self: TWO TRIPS, YOU IDIOT. Groceries first. Bike LATER.

We're back and unharmed now, though the bike's bottle holder lost a bolt (my fault- I used it to brace the U-lock). I will post pictures of the bike after I have had dinner, I think.