Just a quick hallo.

Class Friday morning was lovely, though for some reason (probably a bicycular one), my right hamstring was way tight (by my standards, anyway).  On the way home, though, I retrieved my bike from the spot near Family Dollar where I’d locked it, rolled for maybe ten minutes, then went down so hard and fast that I was reflexively getting back up before I really figured out I’d crashed (aside: You can pick out horse people by how fast we pop back onto our feet after a bike crash, and the fact that we tend to instinctively keep one hand on the “reins” — I haven’t had a bike bolt on me yet :D).

This particular spill happened so fast that my tuck-and-roll reflex was useless …  though, the fact that the bike went over flat on its left side didn’t help, either.  You guys, mountain bikes may not be as fast as road bikes in general, but they sure do fall just as fast.

At the time, the crash seemed inexplicable, which is to say I couldn’t remember how it happened, which really freaked me out for much of the day — though, to be fair, I had a mild concussion, which can do weird things to all the feels.  I at least had the presence of mind to call Denis instead of trying to ride home.  Which is good, because today I went out to check on the bike and realized that the rear tire was pancake flat.   I suspect that’s actually what caused the crash — I must have picked up a puncture and rolled the tire.   I haven’t yet had it off the rim to see what flattened it, though.

Anyway, I’m mostly fine, if a bit bruised here and there.  My helmet died an honorable death protecting my skull (and also keeping me face road-rash free).   I have a replacement en route.  I was able to mow the lawn today; should be fine to dance tomorrow.

So this is all by way of explaining this weekend’s radio silence.   Saturday, we went to the final Met Live in HD broadcast for the season; today, we just relaxed at home.

I  should point out that Denis was wonderful all day on Friday: he came and picked me up right away, and then he kept me comfy and hydrated and stuff so I could vegetate on the couch and let my brain rest (and stop crying eventually — oy vey, did this ever kick off the mother of all crying jags, which should’ve been my first clue that it rattled my brain; tears are basically never my first response to physical danger, crisis, or harm).  He bought sundae cones for me on the way home.  He took me out for dinner so I wouldn’t have to cook.  He brought me blankets because I said I was cold, though really I just wanted to hide.

So it turns out that it can actually be kind of nice to let someone else take care of you once in a while.

So that was nice.

Anyway, tomorrow is the official Last Day of Class.  The last hurdle between me and my bachelor’s of science (I kid you not, autocorrupt suggested “seive,” which is roughly how my brain feels at the end of any given semester) degree in Psychology is my final paper in Buddhism, which is adjust written, bar any minor changes.

Soooooooo, yeah.  It looks like I’m doing this graduation thing for reals.

That’s it for now.   More soon, probably with amusing pix of my multi-colored knee.