This was planned as our longest day. It turned out to be for a different reason. We got away about 8:15. Within 5 minutes, I took a a nasty spill. I couldn’t tell you how much time we lost. I think I was dazed by the fall. I hit a curb trying to get on the bike path that was a little elevated from the pedestrian walkway. I remember seeing that I was going to hit this curbing and then the rest was a blur. Washed it as best I could and I soldiered on or, as Marcia sometimes says: ‘I offered it up’.
Brian and I tried to go to mass tonight (to pray for Mark and Beth’s souls) but couldn’t find the church. Added another 5,000 steps to today’s total. No good deed goes unpunished. I got a huge blister. Hopefully I will be able to wear my dock sides home. I have had to wear my bike shoes everywhere since. Does it sound like I am whining too much? Pardon, sil vous plait.