Dang it, again!

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It is 11:00 and here I sit. Just haven't been able to motivate my sphincter to quit making out with my chair. Well, I'm going to. No promises, that is just the way of it. I am not sure I will make it to town, but I will get the bike prepped. I probably won't ride it though, not this late, this hot. If only I hadn't messed up on the medicine, I think I would still be gliding high and free. Sometimes being stubborn and self-reproaching is not a successful plan. Then again it isn't a plan, those are design features that may well have saved the world. Well, those and ego sometimes, maybe? Piss off. *laughs*

A bit of excitement earlier. Four horses were out on the highway that passes by my home and on through town. A semi had to stop, then honk. For whatever reason, the highway seemed like the place to be. I thought to go out and shoo them, but... I have no tack, I have no idea where they belong, and really, decided that was probably not the best plan. So I called the sheriff. I am sure they have a better plan in place than me running after four full sized horses, chasing them to... nowhere (or the reverse should they have been ornery). No, actually, I wouldn't run from a horse. No use. Just stand and prep for whatever, including a solid punch to the nose, more like it. Oh, you can punch a gnarly horse, even a bear. And, really, having the choice, I would much rather have to punch a horse. They can hurt you but they aren't predators and are rather pain adverse. I suppose bears are pain adverse as well, but by that point they wouldn't even feel a punch like a horse would. Theory, mind you, mostly.

Well, on to... the bike! Later.