Thank you to everyone who weighed in on the stationary bike idea.  In the end, I decided to go with a Kurt Kinetics trainer into which I can clamp my bike (and the Boy can use his own ginormous bike, if he so desires).  I found a fantastic deal, which includes a heart-rate monitor (which, I hope, might someday be important) and besides, the bright green color matches my bright green bike.  Totally meant to be.

Today’s agenda involves much self-study to decide if last night’s flare-up of the UTI from hell warrants antibiotics.  It seems GONE today, and seemed GONE yesterday, but if a few glasses of wine is going to cause it to flare, that has to be a fairly established infection, yes?  Can’t be good for nearby embryos, yes?  I’m going to call my clinic (yes, they work on Sundays!) to find out if they’d write me an antibiotics prescription on my say-so.  They probably won’t, and I’ll have to wait for an opening at a walk-in clinic all day long tomorrow.  Grrr.

(This is why, when one’s primary care physician retires in the midst of your IF treatments, you don’t blow off finding a new one on the grounds that “I spend too much time in doctors’ offices as it is…”

I am such a slug.  A slug with intermittent burning.  (I wonder if this is what slugs feel like when you drop them into a bucket of salt?  Poor slugs.))

The rest of the day will be taken up with making & delivering sweet rolls, watching Malcolm X (with Denzel Washington!) tonight, and bidding farewell to youngest step-daughter.  Also dropping lab-bills in the mail, writing thank-you notes, knitting, and spending too much time actively dreading going back to work tomorrow.

All in all (well, maybe except for the UTI) a reasonably good holiday weekend.  Not as good as I wanted it to be, not as good as I expected it to be (in, say, July.)  But reasonably good.

And for that I am thankful.