Today was a rest day, so I didn't go running. It was not, however, a restful day. Angie left for Tulsa this morning, which leaves me with the duty of solo-parenting the Little Dude. It's not a particularly difficult job, but it is a bit of a grind. The day just disappears. It seems like there should be plenty of time during the day to get projects done, but it was dinner time before I knew it.

Little Dude fell on his face twice while I was watching him. The first time he was sitting on the couch and reaching for a toy. He just tumbled off. The next time he was sitting next to me on a bench at the park. He decided to get off, but he started moving forward before his feet hit the ground. Splat! (Did he fall off the giant playground toy? No. Did he fall off the rickety spring-rocker thingy? No. Did he fall off the curb that he was using as a balance beam? No. He fell off a freaking bench.) I felt terrible each time—well, the couch was kind of funny—but he wasn't hurt, and he got over it quickly. Angie assured me that face-planting twice in one day is about his average. I better teach this kid to call 911 because he's liable to give me a heart attack.

Tour Talk

Another day, another doping bust. This time it was a big one: Riccardo Ricco, the holder of the White Jersey for best young rider and of the Polka Jersey for best climber. I think it's sad that before I heard the name of the rider who'd been busted I thought, "I bet it's Ricco." He tore up the slopes of the Pyrenees without showing any signs of fatigue from tearing up the mountains in the Giro d'Italia. I guess he idolized Marco Pantani just a bit too much.

Besides that, the stage went exactly as I expected, and my pick took an easy win. In other news, former Green Jersey winner Baden Cooke crashed out, leaving his team, Barloworld, with only three riders. Poor Robbie Hunter; he's just about a one-man show now.

Narbonne to Nīmes — 182 Kilometers

Tomorrow is a flat stage with a good run-up to the finish line. How can I not pick Cavendish again?  ¶ 12:22 AM