I dream as much as the dog. And that’s a lot.

I hate November. With a passion.

I had a hypoglycemic attack yesterday after we got through messing around with the dog at Wines Elementary. Could have been brought on by my spinning around like a crazy person on the tire swing. We had to get an icee and a chocolate ice cream cone to get control of it. I thought I wasn’t gonna make it. Could barely walk.

It’s been warm, but it’s supposed to get very cold tonight. Down to 29. Blast it.

I haven’t had an uninterrupted eight-hour sleep in more nights than I care to remember.

I’m sure a whiney butt today …

I rode the bike to work at the high school on Friday. It was tough getting up over the railroad pass into a fierce cold wind, but I did it. I was whooped and late when I got there, but I did it and felt better.

Now that I’m no longer banned from the bike, it’s time to get back in shape. The shape I was in this summer had disappeared during my forced ban, and it’s going to be tough to get it back since we’re moving into deepest, darkest winter.

But I’m going to push it.

The Bobcat went over 100 miles on the odometer during my commute. I had hoped to be closer to 1000, but oh well. It still performs just smashingly. I totally love this bike.