They say the wind chill is 10 but that’s invalid whilst moving. Last night I had a “tailwind creep” ride – where I feel all creepy because it’s too quiet and I’m wafting along as if in a hot air balloon, except it’s too cold, too ’cause I would have to go too fast if I worked that hard. (Yes, having a working speedometer might help ’cause I would fixate on going faster… one of these days…) I promptly had bad dreams that I dearly hope were a function of creep and not prescience.
Seeking driver’s license, so I cleaned off my whole desk, to the amazement of da boss. I told her I couldn’t do it without involving public safety, since in the process a book fell onto the phone, right on the 9-1-1 button and I had to explain the “nature of my emergency.” I dare say sometimes it’s good to be a known space cadet 🙂 DL still AWOL. Okay, I promise not to stop straightening when I find it?
I seem to remember that when it was rully rully cold the signal at Church & Mattis automatically went to walk giving me lots mroe time. It’s not really cold yet 🙂