The illness won this weekend, wiping me out with tummy troubles and fatigue, so despite the cool mid-60s, I couldn’t ride. It’s funny but when one is sick, one often gets frustrated and depressed. The best cure I know for both frustration and depression is a cruise on my motorcycle. But the weakness of my body and the need to have my wits about me on the motorcycle kept me off the bike.
I tried to convince Bill to go ahead and ride on his own, but he didn’t want to ride alone. I appreciated him keeping me company since misery does love company. I am hoping to do some recovery this week and be able to ride again in November—hard to believe, but next weekend will already be November. Soon the skeletons will be replaced by a few turkeys and pilgrims, but mostly, I’ll be seeing the Christmas decorations pop up. I wish we allowed Thanksgiving to be its own holiday separate from the holly and trees of Christmas. Maybe if we allowed for the full Thanksgiving, we’d start celebrating Christmas through the Epiphany and enjoy a long season of peace and goodwill.
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