Cabin Fever

Morning weigh-in: 180#, 14.5% BF

Almost felt good enough to call myself "better" yesterday, but I'm still not 100%. I went out today though, for the first time since last Thursday: grabbed brunch (coffee, corn muffins) at the Quadrant, then got some non-prescription decongestant/antihistamine and cough suppressant/expectorant, and finally dropped my rear wheel at Broken spoke, to uh, get a spoke fixed. I know I should have just done it myself, but I'm lazy & felt too tired -- in fact, going out wasn't the thrill I'd hoped it would be, it was kind of a drag.

I can tell I'm geting better though, by the way I want to go out. Earlier in the week it was all I could do to just get out of bed; eating, showering or just about anything were major chores, and boredom was not an issue. Now I'm going crazy, online every hour or so to see if anything's changed, looking out the window, basically I'm well enough that my mind is working again, and I'm bored.

How bored? I broke out my copy of Indian Trails of Pennsylvania (a very boring book about a cool subject -- maybe this book is why I'm bored?), I'm running through all the bike forums online, ditto various trail reviews, thinking about riding. I've got ...Cabin Fever!

Reading: I busted out Edward Abbey's The Serpents of Paradise (selected readings from his books, articles etc), and ran across a chapter about when he lived in Hoboken, probably in the late Sixties I'd guess. There was some neat stuff in there about taking the ferry into NYC; it reminded me of commuting with my dad into Battery Park (by ferry, from Staten Island). My destination was Newark, but I'd go that way to save money carpooling w/ Dad then taking the PATH from the World Trade Center into Penn Station. Best part of the day was the ferry ride into New York. That was fifteen years ago, wow.