Being stuck in bed recuperating can be depressing for any Wild Rider. Foggy-headed and cooped up for days after my partial knee replacement gave me too much time to think and by that I mean feel sorry for myself. Multiply that with weaning off the Oxycodone and I had a pretty big crash. I regretted... Continue Reading →
What Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda Been Freshly Pressed!
When Peg of Peg-O-Leg's Ramblings asked for a post I thought had the most, but the WordPress editors thought was milk-toast, I was more than honored. Now I have an opportunity to boast! Sorry. I will blame my poetic rambling on the few cells in my brain still partying down on the general anesthetic and Oxycontin...... Continue Reading →