Gollywhompers, a week from the Memorial Day weekend (the traditional start of the summer season) and it was a whopping 51 degrees on Sunday, with hail, rain and snow. Snow, ten days from June! Welcome to Rochester. I thought global warming was going to give us a warmer climate.

So far it's been a rough day. Last night no one could sleep well, while I was desperatately trying to sleep (those Ambien commercials crack me up, I only have 7-8 hours to devote to sleep on the weekends, during the week I might get 7 hours if I really push it), Mrs. Ha got up to drink some warm milk. While she was downstairs, nine year old came in our bedroom saying she couldn't sleep, her belly felt too full and she wanted to take a nap. We compromised on potty and an ibu. Then, about 5 am, four year old got up, we told her to go back to bed.

Come quarter to six I got up, and staggered to the bathroom, wincing and hobbling due to foot and knee pain. As I finishing peeing, I heard someone throw up, lots and lots. I saw nine year old sitting up in her bed, vomiting onto her lap, on the bed and on the floor. I thought we had taught her to at least try and make the toilet or garbage can.

I must be getting old, when I was younger (and nine year old was an infant) I caught her vomit in my hands, now the sickly sweet smell made me nearly gag. So, Mrs. Ha cleaned the room while I took the reeking bedclothes to the basement, started the dryer and waited for the washer to become empty.

My pains are getting worse. To tediously recap, the balls of my feet hurt when I walk or stand, with my left big toe starting to flare up. My right knee hurts when I bend it. I started surfing on ankylosis spondylitis and found a UKian site that talks of diet changes that may help. The newest hypothesis is that my gut has been invaded by an unpleasant bacteria (Klebsiella pneumonia) that likes to feed on starch and give off pullulanase, which tends to attack connective tissue. So, I'm reducing my starch intake as much as possible. No more beer, far less pasta or bread or beans or bananas or rice or all that other stuff. It's essentially the Paleo diet, with wine. We shall see how it helps. It's mostly a modification of how my doctor told me how to eat last summer in a diabetes prevention diet.

I'm also trying all my physical therapy exercises on my right leg, I really don't want to go back to therapy and drop a grand to recover that functionality.

Let me lighten the mood a bit and talk about my kids. I tried to troll nine year old a ways back that "seven" was only invented in the 1980s. Before that we made do, for instance the Bicentennial was in 1966 plus 10. I don't think she bought it.

She also wants a cell phone, though she's very rarely away from someone who has one. So, at a garage sale I saw a brick, you know, the early 90's cell phone. She didn't want it.

In other garage sale news, I did pretty well Friday with practical stuff. I bought a ceiling medallion to cover up my fixes to my corroded BX cable in the ceiling (when I get around to fixing it) and a triangular upright tool holder for the garage for the grand total of $7. Yeah, I took Friday off, I needed time off as I was very tired, like, newborn in the house tired, like so overtired you're nauseaous tired.

Four year old is so cute. She was sick last week, she almost has the "thropes". And she begs me for stories about Rudolph and Prancer. I often end up cannabalizing fairy tales, you know, "Rudolph and Prancer and the three bears" or changing TV shows (and then Rudolph tried extra hard, and laser beams shot out of his nose, melting the locks on the Burger Meister Meister Burger's jail cells, allowing Kris Kringle to get out).

I have more short weeks coming up. We're getting Friday and Monday off for Memorial day. The tricky part is the rest of the world doesn't have them off, you'd think England and Japan would be grateful and willing to honor our soldiers who stopped them from being invaded by Nazis, but no! Someone may have to cover them.

I don't have the burning desire to get riding this year. Part of it is exhaustion, my headspace is just not right for riding yet. The other is the Tercal is a fun summer car, it's got enough kick, and the radio works, and it corner well enough. The Goat was great in sloppy winter weather, but it was too slow for summer. So, until I get a few more hours to get my carbs and floats set right, and get enough sleep to stop feeling like a zombie, I'm still driving.

I found another rider in my building with an old bike, she rides an very early 80s Suzuki 450. Yay for classic bikes.

So, lunch was a wrap with grilled chicken, lettuce and mayo and salsa, maybe some salted almonds or dried apples on the side. I pretty much have to give up chips (crisps) and yummy rolls, as well as pizza, and sammies, and all the other carbie goodness. We'll see if I feel better by Friday. Is  this a wacky diet or what?