Feh. Persistent cold that wouldn't die (damned invulnerable rhino-virii!) has sent expeditionary forces into my lungs, where they have successfully established a well-defended beachhead.
I've been off the bike since last week, and will (should) probably stay off for a couple more days. Hopefully, the Z-Pack of magic antibiotics will knock this crap out soon.
'Scuse me while I go pout in the corner for a while.
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Ha. I totally hear you. I finished my Z-pack this past Saturday. It did a world of good, but I still haven't been back on the bike yet. Need to try to get out at lunch tomorrow. Danged stupid old February. This winter thing is getting old.
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