35 degrees and overcast on the way in. By the last hill, coming up the west high rise, I finally warmed up.

It was really coming down for the way home. Rain mixed with snow, gusts blowing it at me as I pedaled in the dark across floating bridge. I couldn’t see a damn thing. I ended up looking over my glasses (scary, considering how bad my vision is) because my glasses were basically impossible to see through. I positioned one of my lights slightly to the right so I could see the edge of the pavement. It took me forever to get home, because I was going so slow, especially down hills.

I couldn’t believe that my friend Dane recognized me in the gloom. I couldn’t believe it even more when he turned around to say hi. I couldn’t believe it even further when he pulled out a spare bulb for my headlight that was out. (I had two others on, so it wasn’t a crisis.) For once, though, I didn’t hang out and chat with him. It was just too damn cold/dark/wet.