Travels have yet to begin. Forty minutes on the bike yesterday and I was dizzy, nauseous, and headachey, classic symptoms of heatstroke. Well, okay, I guess I’m not making it out of Seattle. I spent the afternoon sitting in a tub under a cold shower with a fan blowing, drinking beer and then mimosas, feeling decreasingly grouchy.

I think I’m going to skip the motorcycle trip and fly down tomorrow. I’m distinctly unenthused about the prospect of a week-long backpacking trip in this heat, though, and it’s increasingly tempting just to bag the whole trip and spend a week asleep in the basement.