This is the first weekend in 2006 in Georgia that it hasn't been 34 degrees and raining.

Every other weekend it's been 34 degrees and raining, I've been out on my bike, training for the 100 mile charity race Andrea and I are doing in June.

Because of that, I am sick this weekend.

It's 67 degrees and sunny. The first time it's been anything nearly like that all year. And I'm sitting here in bed, writing about being sick as hell.

My life is stupid.