So I know you will forgive me for having nothing for today - the fever runs unabated, it is still way down but still running 102.
If I close my eyes, I can easily find myself back in the saddle again.
At one point the surgeon left the room but I had already slipped away. I heard Swedish Rocket Scientist say, "Kris? Kris? What are you doing?"
I snapped awake and I was bend over the examination chair. I guess only in my dreamstate was I inspecting the saddlestraps ....
And the dozens of time since, the dream calls me back ...
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