On Thursday, we were supposed to pack up and head to New York for some overdue visits and foodering. But Huck was uncharacteristically lethargic and threw up a few times in the morning, so we decided to hold off a day and cuddle the boy. After all, I’d taken Friday off, we still had a 3 day weekend and we were all packed. So we chilled.

Friday morning we were on the road shortly after 7 a.m. and headed north on 95. We were about 20 minutes north of Baltimore when Huck threw up for the fourth time. It was clear he wasn’t ready for this, we couldn’t justify bringing plague-baby into our friends’ homes, and then it occurred to us that we might be next, and we didn’t want to be visiting 5 hours from home if that happened, so we headed back.

Saturday morning I threw up. Rebbie tried, but didn’t. Both of us came down with it, Huck still had it. Ruby was the only person in the family not dragging their pathetic carcass around the house feeling like death, so she got a full free pass on as many movies as she wanted to watch. She kept asking us if we felt better, asking if we could go to Nyark City tomorrow. She took it pretty well when we explained that the weekend was shot, and we promised to take another shot at it soon. She’s a trooper.

Yesterday, we all felt a lot better, so we piled onto the longtails and headed down to the Dupont Farmers’ Market, then stopped by Big Bear Cafe on the way home, a little over 10 miles, which extrapolates to about 912 miles for the year.

We better pick up the pace.

Tags: bicycling, Bikegame, Heh

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