It's 11 degrees out and word on the street, or least on weather.com, is that it feels like -2. Good time to hop on the hamster wheel and do work for a couple of hours. I'd hit the road like Dan and Paul, but I really don't want to chap my "lady" parts. Maybe tomorrow.
On an unrelated note, my leg hair is filling in nicely. As much as I don't enjoy shaving all summer, I can't say I enjoy my leg hair brushing against the top tube while I ride. Mmmm, sexy. My old lady came down to the basement to say goodbye before running an errand. Apparently riding shirtless in bib shorts while drenched in sweat wasn't appealing enough to merit a goodbye kiss. I even tried giving her a gun show by flexing the pipes but no dice. I can't imagine why that didn't do the trick.
Oh well, what can you do. My dog Leila gave me a kiss, so I'm going to take her to the park. Considering she isn't put off by licking her own butt, I must not have looked too bad . . .