Bitterness takes a holiday

Oh, who am I kidding? Bitterness doesn't get holidays or go on vacation. Heck, it hardly sleeps. But I rode today. So that counteracts things.

What sort of things? Well, how about starting to cough while holding a cup of water. I managed to put the cup down without spilling much (yeah, me!), but the pasta salad on my lap pretty much ended up entirely on my shirt, pants and La-Z-boy.