So just in case you’ve been wondering where I been, you need look no further. I spent Monday night and half of Tuesday in the Munson Hospital ICU recovering from taking a pretty nasty spill — that I do not remember — off my road bike. The details aren’t grim. I apparently hit a patch of sand and went down hard enough for my helmeted head to bounce. A friend and witness who owns a couple of coffee shops in town was in the vicinity and said I never lost consciousness and was apparently moving around. I don’t remember a thing until I woke up in ER near dark and saw my wife and three teenage kids looking at me with that unmistakable mask that kids wear when you’ve given them a good fright. Injuries are a 5-stitch cut over my eye, a mild concussion, and literally four small road rash patches — one on my forehead, an elbow, a knee, and shoulder, all on my right side. My wife has gotten me to promise not to ride for another day or two. I still feel a little woozy, though not bad. If everything is better tomorrow I’ll go back out.