Day 7. Mile 1210. Wichita. Ks. Bedtime

I am ill. At first I thought my cat allergies were acting up, but the
syntonyms are not my usual. My glands in my throat are swollen. I'm
coughing. I'm listless. I'm also heading out on a several hundred mile
trip early tomorrow morning. It'll be rough, but I have my camelback and
will therefore be hydrated.

Today was an easy day. I woke up late. Watched movies all afternoon, saw
a softball game, and then went swimming at night. Few things are better
than a hot tub and a cold beer. Val is now cooking for me again. She
claims to like to spoil her men but I think I've been doing the
spoiling. Its all good.

While at the softball game, I met a group of sig eps. We did the secret
stuff and then discussed our jobs and our future. Its very surreal to
meet guys in the same frat and then act as if you were best friends. I
guess I really am sig ep for life.

Tomorrow's route is unforgiving. 35 south to oklahoma city. One I get
into the vicinity of 44, I hope to get back on route 66 and be in
amarillo before sunset. Ill leave at 8, which will give me 13 hours of
daylight. If my body and my bike holds up things will be well.

The cat demands attention and I must attend to my fluid intake.

~ I write with your life and my own ~