The Body in History

 Well, the rain has stopped... until late tonight when it will start up again for my day off.  Temps are in the mid 50s (F).  They, too, are predicted to warm up slightly this afternoon, but again, they're expected to drop overnight.  Next week our average afternoon temps are supposed to be in the 70s (F).  We shall have to wait and see.

I rowed for over 5000 meters yesterday, so my upper torso is a bit sore today.

And, of course, I have to talk about this: The Body in History is now available through Barnes & Noble, as well as Amazon.  Here's a bit from chapter 1: Awakenings

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“Eli?”

That was Max.  He sounded different.  Whispery.  Quavery.  Frightened or relived.  I’m an early riser, and it was way too bright.  Even with my eyes closed I could tell.  With a deep sigh, I groaned.  Something was not right.  Slowly, I opened my eyes.  And there he was, sitting on the bed, so close, so concerned.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he whispered, his words catching in his throat as a tear rolled down his cheek.

“What?” I asked, my voice was so quiet I could barely hear myself and not having a clue as to what he was talking about.

“You were hit by a car,” he said, squeezing my hand tightly.  “On the way home from EZM Cyclery.”

Hit by a car? On the way home from my bike shop?  I had no idea what he was talking about.  I let my eyes wander past his face and realized I was in a hospital room.  Lots of flowers.  I didn’t know people did that anymore, send flowers.  Most patients are in and out so quickly nowadays.  “Hit by a car?” I asked, still trying to make it make sense.  The crash must have been serious enough to put me in the hospital.

He nodded, wiping another tear away with the back of his hand.  “A woman named Sybil.”

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You might want to join them in Delphi, Greece, where mythology, mystery, and murder crash into one another.

If you want, you might try reading this while eating your favorite type of Tacos.