In an attempt to have an adventure for Dieter's b-day, yesterday the family went on a bike ride in the redwoods off hwy 1. It was a lot of fun and the kids were champs, even with no gears. At the end of the ride I was doing some serious hacking, residual effects of my never-ending sickness, but it still felt good to be out in the brisk air and sun.

The ride, however, left me with a few little "gifts." The whole ride I felt like the seat of the bike was tilted wrong. It's my mom's bike and not quite set up for me, so the seat was hitting me in a bad place, if you catch my drift. Today I am walking like I'm on a saddle. It's fairly amusing. Also, last night I kept waking up and my head was throbbing in one spot like I had hit it one something, but I could not figure out where I had hit it. I am a giant klutz so it would be no big surprise if I had beamed myself and not remembered so I ignored it and tried to go back to sleep.

Well, this morning I discovered the culprit. A TICK. ON MY HEAD. Dude. I freaked. It died and the head is out and everything, but GROSS. My first tick and hopefully my last. My head still hurts, but I think I'll be okay, if I could just get rid of the heebeegeebees.