Even I could hear that wasn't a Harley.

For the rest this writing has so much heart: I was finally going to get some hot breakfast cocoa down me now I see it's 2.28 pm (3 is also a good number. Trinity is very good for all aches and pains and longevity), or maybe get dressed, or maybe go back to bed, but now I have to go out in this blustery wind, walk till the hips give up, to catch my breath. And not forget to get dressed; and generally find my head again.