Crashbox

10:49am: Was rudely awakened by a bored Ryan.

11:13am: While stumbling to the kitchen Ben knocked on the door, so I had a smoke with him and talked for bit.

12:45pm: Coffee...

1:20pm: Wheezing my way up a very steep, impossibly rocky trail on my mountain bike, aiming for the highest place I could get before all energy was gone.

1:34pm: At near illegal speeds (well over 30mph) I slid wide on a corner, hit a deep ditch and launched oh so gracefully over the handle bars into a sticker-bush.

1:38pm: Twisted a bent derailleur back into place with bruised hands and did a little screaming victory dance, gloating over the bloody knee.

2:09pm: 40-50mph downhill sprint in top gear on an old oil road, the startled shrieks of innocent hikers echoing in my dust.

2:28pm: Lying in the meager grass outside my front door I talked long and earnestly on the phone of life and family and faith...

5:46pm: Late to Mass...(just a little)

6:40pm: Dad called and we talked for almost two and a half hours. I love my dad so much.

9:14pm: Returned a missed call to tired, sick loved one.

10:05ish pm: Phone battery died. Lame! But I had spent more that six hours on the phone today already; damn, that's a lot...

11:13pm: lying on my couch, blogging, playing Daddy's VERY NICE guitar. It has been a good day.