A Book Report on Peter Rabbit...

This year's book list:

( Books are good... )

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Ringo: Books are good.
Grandfather: *Parading's* better.
Ringo: Parading?
Grandfather: [nods eagerly] Parading the streets! Trailing your coat! Bowling along! LIVING!
Ringo: Well, I am living.
Grandfather: You? Living? When was the last time you gave a girl a pink-edged daisy? When did you last embarrass a sheila with your cool, appraising stare?
Ringo: You're a bit old for that sort of chat, aren't you?
Grandfather: Well at least I've got a backlog of memories! All you've got is - THAT BOOK!

One Last Ride

The knee felt a bit better, so I put on a brace and finished putting up the shelf supports down in the basement. Then I looked outside and saw it was sunny (it poured last night and into the morning), so I decided to hit the bike path for the final ride of the year. It was almost 3 o'clock when I got there. With the late start, it wasn't going to be a very long ride anyway, but I was surprised at how little vim I had. The knee didn't bother me at all (except that the brace pinched), but I ran out of gas long before I finished one lap. Of course, I haven't been on the stationary bike in a couple of weeks, and I've been stuffing myself with junk, so I guess that shouldn't be a surprise.

( Stats for the year... )