This morning sucked. I had everything ready for my 20 mile ride in, was about to head out the door and my wife called to tell me she had been rear ended, the car wouldn't start, she was stuck in the middle of the road... Then she started crying and sounding helpless. I jumped in the other car, and went to her, but by the time I got there, she had it all pulled together, pretty much. Of course, by that time, my window of opportunity for biking and getting to work on time had closed, so I was forced to re-group and take metro.

The only bright spot is that she's out of town this weekend, so I can probably do a long 'pleasure' ride to make up for my lost ride.