Dropped rental and rode in. Nippy (sub-2o) but I *had* gotten both gloves into the luggage, and even have a workable light combination for the folder.
Went by a kindred spirit on Xtra on Church Street, who was stopped and dismounted, and as I asked if everything was alright saw the Pedro Lube in hand. Seems he’d just (as I’m prone to doing) gotten rolling before realizing things weren’t quite ready. Myprobably unintelligible response was a function of the brain-mouth connections not being warmed up, too.
I’ve been reuinited with my nifty flashlight, too, having left it at my sister’s.