Indoor Trainer

It finally got cold enough that I had to come in from the bike. My brother got me this cool pizza cutter, so we amused ourselves with all the things for which it is not intended. Well. We also ate pizza.

The Skies are Crying

I am maybe a little spoiled. The winter is warm, and I'm not having to dress very carefully for the weather. I put a pair of leggings on under a dress and roll with it. Today, I added my Joan of Arc boots... just because. Well, more than because.

I maybe needed an emo boost. When I wear my boots, I feel a little less vulnerable and a little more prepared for what's coming at me. I've been sad, and I've been crying.

I maybe underestimated the weather. I heard rain, and saw rain. I knew there was rain. I noticed the rain as it poured down on me in buckets. My socks are wet to the toes, you can wring water out of my gloves, and my base layer is drenched. Even the skies are crying. I still feel better than if I hadn't ridden in to work.

Street Cleaner!

The ride home was muddy. Roads were grimy and all that is now all over me. This is all fine until I approach this truck running sprinklers on the front, back and sides of his truck. Thankfully, traffic picked up both directions. I'm not typically thankful for cars.

Church on Sunday.