12 June 2009


Whatever had it's claws in is slowly letting go. I have the privilege of being able to breathe through my nose again, my throat doesn't feel like I've been eating broken glass, and I don't sound as much like Barry White as I did (much to Els's disgust).

So it must be time to ride a bike again?

You beauty.

1 comment:

Matt said...

Sounds like a bad week dude - good to hear you are on the mend.