Glorious. Perfect temperature (just above freezing). Some major melting on Sunday and Monday means my commute is nearly ice-free, except for about a kilometer section in the river valley. A slight south breeze gave me a whiff of the Safeway bakery: mmmmmm. (Much better than the Subway bakery.) Heard an owl. I also heard an ominous squeak, once per pedal revolution. Turns out my sneaker was rubbing on the crank arm. Pretty easy fix. Brought shorts for the ride home, because it's supposed to reach 12C/54F this afternoon.

At a traffic light downtown, a car pulls up beside me and rolls down his window. I'm thinking, great, first yelling at of the season. Turns out he's a fair-weather cyclist, and was wondering how I'm finding riding these days. I told him the weather is beautiful and encouraged him to get back on his bike.