I had intended to race the 22nd and 29th. Our oldest one got sick the first time, I got sick the second. I would have gladly taken both bullets as few things pain me more than watching my small child wretch (*shudder*) and thus ends the race reports. The trouble lies in the fact that the 29th was the last race on MY calendar, and if I had done them, well or not, I could have called my season 'Fini'. But now I've got this splinter festering and it just won't work itself out. O.K. so the real trouble is a character defect. The season feels undone. Why can't I just let it pass and look forward. Sometimes I hate my work ethic.
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