Tomorrow, we're driving down to the Bay Area in one (pun alert) fowl swoop for Thanksgiving. After our 12 hour drive, we'll run a 10k, then cook a lot, then overindulge, then fall to the floor because we're fucking exhausted.
We've got an audio book and three pies to keep us company.
We're splitting up the drive home in two days, but, still, this is going to be a bit brutal, I think. Good thing I've only got a huge conference to worry about once I get back, no pressure.
Also, for anyone wondering, my bike is fine. I sent the rear derailluer through my wheel at Steilacoom, 3/4 through the first lap. The talkative Redline mechanic put a new dropout on, and I'm getting replacement spokes. It should be all good.
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