I am not dead,
Sunday morning, on the way to the start of the Sydney-Wollongong bike ride, I came off my bicycle going down a hill in Enmore, knocked myself out for a minute or two and broke my right collarbone. I can now confirm that those nurses and doctors at the RPA are just as nice as they seem on their show on the telly.
May I also bring to your attention the achievement of my colleague Amanda Fong in being the first woman over the line in the 'Gong. Clearly my blood sacrifice worked - actually, there was very little blood involved. It was more a matter of bruises. And invisible (but not inaudible!) broken bone.
My helmet now has a spectacular flat patch on the right temple, which makes me very thoughtful, and grateful.
And my typing is sloooow, which means that large parts of my life have slipped into low gear. Which is probably a good thing. Except, of course, for all the pressing deadlines...