I woke up this morning, the third time, with a 75lb pit-mix named Jimmy breathing on my toes. Â I was grateful; his breath was far warmer than my feet. Â He was snuggled up to my legs under the covers. Â For a long time I lay there and missed Maddy. Â I missed her until I decided it was time to get off my ass and get moving…..
The first time I woke up was to say goodbye to Turbo.
Turbo rides bikes.  Today is the beginning of a pretty big ride.  It’s called Ride To Recovery; an event dedicated to raising funds for and awareness about taking care of the folks  who’ve been hurt, physically and mentally, in the service of our country.  I may not agree with the reasons why we put our folks in harm’s way but they still went.  Their duty was executed.  Ours is to see that they’re looked after now that they’re home.  Read about it.  If you feel like I do, click this link. Fill in the name of Dan Horndasch.  He’s going to be on the road for the next five days.  It would be a nice surprise if he got online in LA on Friday to discover that his efforts were a little more appreciated than when he started.
