Knee is all better; thanks to lots of ice and small amounts of ibuprofen.  Bike is in shop, getting an overhaul and (hopefully) fenders.  Replacement for the dynamo light is in the mail, winging its way toward me.  I am feeling slightly panicky, only because of the bike being in the shop; I’m quite certain that my fitness is draining away and I’m turning into a giant sloth.

It’s a gorgeous, beautiful day; I can’t bear the thought of the trainer.  Maybe I’ll force the offspring to go with me for a trail ride on the neighborhood bikes this afternoon . . . it’s not quite the same, but better than sloth-dom.