I was hoping to go for a bike ride with Ce tonight but she called around 3:00 to report that she had roadrash on both hands and a knee from reading a sales receipt while walking across the street in near the bike shop, where she was buying new tubes to change a flat to get ready for our ride. Injuries not serious but sore enough not to want to ride. By the time I got home at 6:00, after acquiring ingredients for canned salmon casserole (it's remarkably like tuna casserole but without the mercury), I'd decided that two rest days wouldn't be so bad. I was hungry, and dissatisfied with the level of doctoring Celia had performed on her abrasions. Plus we are way behind on our Netflix turnover--we've had half an episode of SCTV Season 4 to watch since last week. (In addition to camping, we've been reading our library books aloud again and getting behind on our TV--I fear for our future as productive citizens.) And I'm still sore from climbing up and down hills with a backpack.
Back to the gym pool in the morning.