It looks like the worst of the abdominal attack is over. I am thankful for that. For those of you who have never experienced an out-and-out assault on your intire digestive system all I can tell you is that it's painful and exhausting.
The odd remnant is that I can't stand the smell of coffee. And this from a guy who LOVED coffee. No idea what that means.
I rode my bicycle a little yesterday. It wasn't great, but at least I'm moving again. I'm going to try to run later today. We'll see how that goes.
OK, complaining over. Back to running and gunning and funning.
Waddle on, friends.