My stomach bug has passed and I’m feeling almost human again. Now all I need to do is get a week straight of 8 hour nights and I’d be perfect again.

Yesterday I did Cerrillos Hills State Park on the SFHD State Park Challenge. I’m at 5 parks out of 36. Prizes are promised and I’m hoping to knock off as many as possible. Each park is a new entry in the drawing with all that complete 36 being entered into a separate drawing for a weekend in Taos.

While previously I praised Tripp’s H-D for their quick repair of my bike on the Amarillo trip, I found out that they did a half-assed job of the repair. This week it failed again and I found out that 2 pieces were needed to make the repair correctly, they did only one of the 2. Rudy and his crew did it right this time. I do need to realign the toe shifter to suit me, but that’s a 5 minute adjustment.

Erin will be with Will until Monday morning. Father’s day weekend. I may be wrong about this, but I feel that Father’s day should be on a Saturday rather than a Sunday. Saturday feels more like a guy’s day than Sunday to me.

ML is going downhill quickly it appears, but Nina fears that she may rally as she has in the past. Her hospice nurse says it seems like her body is starting to fail. Nina told me that one of her heels is starting to turn black, which is a sure sign that the end is near. I don’t think a rally is in her future.