Roger has been working his tail off lately! And not on one of those carbon fiber contraptions he was so found of in Denver that called him to ride every weekend for 5 hours a day up the steep hills of the Front Range. No, this tail has been planted firmly in a cushioned 12in x 12in office chair. Poor fella.
Thankfully, relief is on the way. Tomorrow he will trade in his Banana Republic suit for a spandex suit as we head up north to Nairobi where he'll take part in this crazy business called the Rift Valley Odyssey.
Yeah, so Roger is riding the fat tires these days. About 4 months ago he bought a used mountain bike and has been taking it up the foothills of Mt. Meru on the weekends. As far as I can tell, he's still got his biking mojo but his legs might tell you differently after this weekend.
Millie and I will cope with Roger's absence by finding an awesome moon bounce (please let no other adults be around so I can bounce too... fingers crossed) at the mall, eating lots of food that is not Indian, stocking up on toiletries on the E. Africa equivalent of Target and visiting the Karen neighborhood to see the Giraffe Center and the Karen Blixen Museum.