It’s only been a day since I last posted, and already it’s time to gather around the campfire for another tale brimming with Y2K references.
Submitted for the approval of The Midnight Society, I call this story…
The Tale of the Celery Stalker
*tosses Coffeemate, aka midnight dust, in the fire*
Continue reading “Are You Afraid of Seinfeld?”Jen pulled off a Canada Masters Nationals hat trick! She won the Time Trial, Road Race, and Criterium!
*fan girl screaming*
We haven’t ridden together since my accident. The last person I rode with was someone I rode with once, in France, in 2018: Chris. (And Yann.)
Day 18.
My recovery journey is starting to sound like I was lost at sea. My dry mouth in the mornings doesn’t prove otherwise. I could pass as a victim of scurvy.
Continue reading “Avast ye!”It’s been two weeks since the accident. The pain has waned my once-soaring spirit. The pain hasn’t improved in proportion to my appearance.
I can become an incognito hillbilly by keeping my lips closed. The feeling of the chasm in my mouth is right on the tip of my tongue and cannot be ignored. It is in my face, literally. When I saw the dentist on Wednesday, he had some bleak news for me.
Continue reading “From my fingertips.”
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