So anyway, here's what happened.

After a mad dash to get everything ready amidst a depression-inducing busy work week, basically I started feeling sickly the night before the trip.

I woke up the morning of the trip feeling like someone stabbed me in the sinus and ran over my head with an SUV. Just as I was contemplating whether to go or not, one of the riders called me up to tell me he had thrown his back out and was in a lot of pain. I texted the other two riders and told them to go ahead without us, and tried to get back to sleep with my head pounding.

I was quite depressed over such an anticlimax after all this trouble, but cheered up later with some overpriced breakfast at a cafe. I used the money for the tour instead to buy a laptop cooling pad for the overheating Leviathan, which sadly doesn't seem to be making much difference after all.

Got to have an awesome chat with my church pastor, Tony, about art and life and creativity over way too much black coffee.

Off I go to church now for reasons I don't fully understand myself.