Hello wonderful supporters, friends, and fellow earthlings, We’re back with another dispatch from the rolling hills of West Marin—where every errand somehow turns into an adventure and every “quick trip” requires snacks, layers, and maybe a recovery nap. First stop: our favorite cycle whisperer, Josh. After a much-needed brake cable fix for the trike—synchronizing the front wheels so James can stop without feeling like he’s auditioning for a stunt show—Josh sent us off with smiles, confidence, and fully-functioning brakes (hooray!). Naturally, we turned it into a day-long outing. We took our usual funky little route—think bike path meets train tracks meets dusty goat trail—stopped at Costco for “just a few things” (how does that ever stay true?) and made our way to Stafford Lake for a lovely, sun-drenched picnic. That sun? Yeah... it came for me. I ignored the warning signs and the wind laughed in my face on the ride home. I paid for it with a sore throat, a dry cough, and a week of ...