Alison escaped from the hospital yesterday in time for some grilled burgers and dogs with the family. She really likes the house, and is sleeping right now. She got out of the hospital in time for my first motorcycle 'incident' which was not an accident, it was a clutch cable rip, leaving me stranded in the middle of a mini-marathon at Geist Reservior. Glad I spent the extra 10$ per year for roadside assistance.
My lesson learned is to read the signs. I couldn't find my leather jacket (opted for the rain suit instead), couldn't find my gloves (opted for a spair set), and even thought about those two things being signs...
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