Already a month flew by... One of the wisest people I ever knew (he was 92 when we met) once said: "Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer you get to the end, the faster it goes." I laughed then. I'm not laughing quite as much now. Another trip around the sun is behind me—67 of them!—and, for a brief, glorious moment, I felt invincible. I celebrated by taking a few solo bike detours on my way  to work. Mt. Tam? Just a little bump in the road. After work, gardening with a friend, Barnabe called my name. Another "little bump." My legs quietly suggested that perhaps we had done enough for one day. I politely ignored them. To prove who was boss, I climbed San Geronimo Ridge right after. Somewhere along the way my balance disappeared, and I sort of... gracefully... accidentally... dismounted my bicycle. It seemed odd, but I shrugged it off. Two days later the mystery was solved. A virus flattened me. Two weeks of doing absolutely nothing Two weeks. Anyone wh...