Today

Holy crap, Batman, this cranium feels like a vault full of ricocheting volts. Side to side and all around they go.  It builds and builds.  I want to go bicycling but I know the vibration and the exertion both give me fits later.  I shall go because my hip needs the exercise as well as the rest of me.  I always feel on top of the world when I get back.  If I cannot think any better than I do now the exercise will do me more good, even with the side effects, than stewing; I don't even have a bone to gnaw on.  Going to Cripple Creek, goin' to Cripple Creek on the ride.  Okay, not quite that far.  Hasta la vista, Baby.  I'll be bahque.