I'm not dead yet.
No, that isn't referring to the time gap since my last post, although I have been intending this title for at least a month, but then things happened and made it even more fitting, which I suppose is a wee spot of foreshadowing, so keeping reading to learn why. No again, the title was originally a segue to a habit that started on rides late this summer. Like many survivors of a traumatic brain injury (Yay! I'm a survivor.), I started experiencing disrupted sleep midway through last year, and while time has improved that significantly, my sleep doesn't quite equal that of my first forty-eight years of experience. Luckily, I nap. Late this summer, I adopted the outlook that naps could happen midway through a bike ride, especially since I often ride through more remote areas with patches of quiet woods. Feeling tired? Stop, lie down, nap, problem solved, but it seems finding me supine next to my bike would periodically present a potential problem to people who might happen u