Back, dragging ass, taking names

Thanks to The Pie, we were on a family vacation in Florida.

She was selected from tens of thousands of applicants to be part of the WDW Mom's Panel, and part of her reward was this trip. I came back yesterday, but The Pie and Fajita remain there, in Florida, basking in the sunshine... while I have come back to put my nose to the grindstone.

I ended up not taking a bike. It was just too complicated. I did ride... one day... for an hour.

First time I've ridden a trainer in a long time. That will be the last time I ride a trainer for a long time. Watching a Julia Roberts movie and NASCAR side-by-side was nice though. I think Ed Harris won the race.

I ate authentic Mexican food at a restaurant in Epcot. How do I know it was authentic? I had diarrhea before I even left the building. Seriously.

I am strangely sore and tired, my eye is irritated, and I'm a few pounds heavier than I was when I left (but slightly less than I woulda weighed had the Mexican food not been authentic). I overslept by almost an hour this morning. I still need to get ready for the 6 Hours of Warrior Creek this weekend, which includes mowing the lawn... for some reason.

I am underwhelmingly overwhelmed.