The caption of that picture is, "How does a blonde print a Word document?" Click on the photo to make it bigger.
Low and slow this morning, especially getting out of bed (again). Took the morning off from bike riding but it wasn't far from my mind. Telegraph to Richmond to Fifth Street to Roop to Fairview to the office = 2.2 miles per the truck's odometer.
The boss called in sick, thinking she may have tore a hamstring. GAK! That sends shivers up my spine...and this is a guy who's been punctured and flattened and sliced and scarred. The thought of ripping a body part makes my stomach go queasy.
This is one of those things I will never, ever understand.
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