124th ride

I rode to work again this morning (though some of my colleagues were incredulous at this when they saw what had happened to me yesterday), and then after work, I rode to church to do my weekly work of creating Sunday's projections for worship, and then, honoring Michelle's request that I forgo a long ride today, I rode directly home, giving me a total ride of 7.0 miles in 45 minutes today.

A couple of additional notes about yesterday's aftermath. When we were waiting in the ER, Michelle took a picture of my face to document what had happened. But I was strictly forbidden from showing it to anyone, as it is "too gruesome." And, to tell the truth, it does display a very vivid use of color. Apparently, blood to the face is highly oxygenated.

Secondly, as stubble is beginning to protrude through the wounds, it's driving me nuts not to be able to shave. But the two worst place are under my nose, which is severely lacerated, and my chin, which is manifestly impossible to shave because of the grotesque swelling. (It looks rather like I have a staggering wad of chewing tobacco in the lower left part of my mouth.)