Days and Days and Days...

Last weekend, Sheryl and I went to a bar to see a musical duo - half of which was a former patient of hers. Had a nice time seeing Mario play. And since Mario and I are brothers-in-disease, it was just plain good to see him and talk to him.

That's something about the cancer survivors that I run across. We have a different point of view on life, and it's something that doesn't have to be spoken about - you see it in their eyes, hear it in their voices, and feel it in their touch.

The next day, we went to visit with our friends, whom we haven't spent much time with in a long time. Over wine and cheese, we caught up with stories, advice, and memories.

Life is built on weekends like that.

The workweek, on the other hand, was brutal. As a result, I took today off.

My day was essentially filled with a lunch date with my cousin and yes, an amazing bike ride.

The 13.6 mile ride today added to the 12 mile ride I did in yesterday's 100 degree heat. As usual, the rides did wonders for my head and body.

This weekend will be spent at the ballpark, with my mom and Bill, and with Sheryl's relatives.

I can't wait to see what life will look like on the other side of these next few days...