I _intended_ to get up and bike to Girdwood this morning. however, at 7:30, my tummy was all blorty from last night’s pizza. So I thought, ok, I’ll take Option #2, which is to bike to Girdwood while Ted’s at shoshen riu. I got up when I was feeling better, only to discover that Chantico had pooped in the kitchen and was suffering from a bout of the runs. So instead of going biking, I have been bringing the wretched puppy outside every five to twenty minutes so she can go to the bathroom.
She *seems* to be better now, so now I’m going to go out to Kincaid Park and bloody well do some trail riding, at least. :P
Erf. It’s the pizza doldrums. That’s what we get for eating better.