Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Dear Bike,

I can't wait to see you again. My new helmet finally arrived in the mail, and as soon as it's nice out during the daylight, we will meet again. Maybe we will meet tomorrow, weather provided, presuming physical therapy doesn't wear me out so much that I want to roll over and die.

We might not make it to the end of the street, but maybe we will. We might not make it all the way to our beloved cows, but maybe we will! If we do, we probably won't make it back, but we'll figure it out.

I miss you terribly. I'm also a little fat and a little lonely. But with you in my life again, I know we'll be okay.

All my love,
Katherine

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