Oh, I'm getting sick.

I didn't ride today. I've been lifting weights, using the ab roller, and riding my bike. A guy at work came in on mids sick as a dog and spread it around to everyone (moron), and last night I started feeling that rusty feeling in my chest. Couldn't sleep well. This morning I almost called in sick today but I'm not coughing or blowing snot all over. I just took it easy and ate some Dayquil and slept all day. Then I came to work at 4 pm (all times Eastern). I'm starting to feel crappy. Tomorrow morning I have to talk to a bunch of 4-5 year olds at the Rose Center in town for their summer program. Yippee. Normally, I would hesitate to speak to such young ones, but feeling sick I really don't want to go. I talked Loni into going with me as my personal Vanna White. She doesn't sound too excited, but we've not seen too much of each other lately.

After the Rose Center, we are going back to the house to grill the steaks up. Yes, that's correct. We (I) bought steaks. I am eating the NY strip and Loni gets the rib eye. She likes hers medium rare/medium with pink inside and a little blood dripping. I like mine done, so I know it's dead. If Loni were in a Jason horror flick, she would hit him over the head with a stick, knock him out, and then sit down next to him with her back to him, resting, waiting for the credits to roll. I would shoot him in the head until I had to reload, reload, do it again, reload, do it again, cut his head off, then his limbs, then burn him up until nothing remained but ash, and then spread the ash in all seven seas. Then I would enter the federal witness protection program. I mean I want to know the meat is done.

I also bought her some strawberries and chocolate fudge topping to heat up and dip into. I think I'll just dip some Dayquil in chocolate.

We had record low temperatures today in the area. Down in the low to mid 50s, in the dog days of summer. Unheard of. Some places in the mountains even got into the 40s and, get this, Mt. LeConte dropped to 35 degrees last night.

The mower guy came yesterday just as I was driving out to work. I showed him the wires that were not connected and he said that didn't matter. I had probably blown a fuse. He's said that three times now. He had a trade for me to use, but said I probably wouldn't need it as he was going to fix it right then and there. When I got home, I pushed the trade into the garage as mine was done. Apparently he didn't fix it right then and there.

Last, I have found a new band I just thoroughly love to listen to. None of you will like them. They are called "Bat for Lashes" and they play alternative music that would make Evanescence want to run for their therapists. Here's a link to one of their music videos "What's a girl to do?" and another called "Daniel". I entered a contest to win a free ticket to their Atlanta concert on August 17. But it's only 12 bucks, so I think I'll try and go, anyway. Parking costs more. That's a Monday. Weird.

Ok. I'm rambling. It's the drugs.