The timing of this morning's commute required me to stop by the side of the road in Bedford and conduct a teleconference. Within a minute after resuming the ride, I met a turkey, which I chose to regard as a message from the Collective Unconscious, or some damn thing, about the folly of interrupting a perfectly good ride to yack about software development. Got a late start on the return, riding mostly after sunset. The night chorus at Great Meadows, while not as loud and varied as it was a few weeks ago, still provided an intimate soundscape for the ride down the headlight tunnel in the dark.
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