i'm still alive, the dish soap didn't kill me. i've just been kiind of exhausted, and busy.

i went back out to amherstburg to get some more estrace on saturday afternoon and utterly collapsed when i got back; the wind was just punishing, and tired me right out.

this is a lengthy ride, and it was through sustained winds coming off the river that....i've done this recently, and it took me more than an hour longer this time than it did last time. the store closed at 14:00; i almost missed it, i was there no earlier than 13:55.

amherstburg's a nice a little small town (and, i've enjoyed the tourism involved in scavenging estrace recently) with a recently opened pot shop. i scouted out a nice spot on the way in, overlooking the detroit river:

the thing is that i was pummeled from the wind and i knew the ride back might actually be relatively difficult. i think it's clear that when i tell you i'm an experienced bicyclist, that's not hubris - i've been riding like this for twenty years. even when i was a kid, i used to bike across town to school, sometimes.

i didn't do that everyday, but i was like 15-18 when i did.

so, i know when i'm beat - and i knew i'd gotten myself into a mess, two hours from home in near freezing temperatures and a sweaty winter jacket, and with a hard slog back.

i'd hesitate to label marijuana as performance enhancing, but i know from experience that it can dramatically numb the pain in certain scenarios where hard work is unavoidable, and overexertion has already expired. it was my only serious option, really.

but, i just fell over when i got back, and then had to get up to do groceries on sunday.