Way back in 2000 when I was recovering from the transplant surgery, I was on high doses of Prednisone. I had a lot of trouble sleeping then too. Back then, I was so obsessed with the Race Across AMerica, I spent these same sleepless nights researching long distance riding, RAAM, and eventually PACTOUR. Tonight reminds me of those nights, prowling around the house in the wee hours, wishing I could sleep. I wanted to tell everyone how proud I am of my daughter, we went for a bike ride together today. She was doing great, we went about a mile. I was elated to be riding with her. We got to a water crossing and I made the stupid mistake of thinking she could cross it, I should have crossed it myself first, I would have seen how treacherous it was, but I didn't. She got about halfway across, she tried to correct her line, her front wheel slide on the algae and slime on the concrete ramp, and she went sliding to the other side. I should have made her walk it. She's got some road rash and her favorite red flower fell off her basket, but she wants to ride again tomorrow(I mean today).
"12:30 And Alls Well"
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