and other natural disasters
44 years ago today a terrible disaster happened; I was born, wholly against my will.
I was hoping to celebrate by going on a nice long ride today punctuated with some pub hopping, but between the remaining vestiges of the flu bug and the arriving Wilma weather, I'm holed up at home resting.
Mom bought the new tires for my bike last weekend as my birthday gift, gave me a nice card this morning, and has a nicer triple chocolate cake for later today ("no you can't have it for breakfast"). Nothing wrong with a peaceful, quiet day at home, but I'd rather be out riding.