Sunday...

So the Boss is leaving to day for something or other in Charleston.  She'll be back tomorrow night, so I'm single parenting until then, like that's any great change from usual.
It just means no ridey on Sunday morning for the kid.  No big deal.  I tried to ride yesterday, and was borderline one-legging it.  My knee is just not good.  Nothing torn, or broken, just a seriously strained/sprained LCL.  To add insult to injury (literally), I flatted before we ever crossed the river.  Maybe that was sign that I should have just stayed home.  Oh well...

Instead of, I don't know, coming home, icing the knee, and lazing about, I went outside and finished placing the lumber in the driveway.  Nothing like hossing around 200 lb. 6x6x8 timers with a bad wheel.  I did get to break out the chainsaw though.  I like the chainsaw...it keeps my derelict neighbors on their toes.  Either way, the new timbers are DONE.  Now to order the stone to go in the driveway.  Sweey...more manual labor.

I'm guessing you're all watching the Tour, so there's no need for a recap...you know what happened.

Here's a KICKASS video of the Tour anyway...from 1962...pay attention @ 8:30...the more things change...

 Baller knows no age...nor race...

 Yep, that's a whole lot of broken high dollar shit...

 To those who think Cav is a shitty teammate.  Name another WC you've seen going back to the team car for bottles.  Go ahead...I'll wait...

 "You know, without looking, it DOES feel just like Andy's..."

Ok...time to lay around.  Not working today.  Of course, I've already been to Publix, and washed the truck.  It's 10am...

Namaste...