It turns out that Sunday was my first 'rest' day in almost a month, one of five all winter. With all the snow and craziness that was this winter I felt like I'd hardly been doing anything but maybe I'd been doing something. I don't know. Taking the dog and sled up Black seems like an eternity ago. Other than the ribs I feel good and ready to go. This rainbow that was hanging over my house on Sunday has to be some sort of omen:

Last night I went over Broussard's house under the false pretext of fixing his deck and in the process got him to go over my bike and locate a pesky noise that had been troubling me. He suggested I take it for a ride so that is what I did after work today. I did Spencer > Trace taking it as easy as I could. Surprisingly, and much to my relief, the ribs hurt no worse while riding than while working or doing anything else. It was an entirely unspectacular but very pleasing ride - exactly what I was after.

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