Today I was about to enjoy a nice leisurely ride home from work in awesome (if not a bit windy) weather. Halfway through, got a phone call from my kid's daycare saying that he faceplanted off a jungle gym, then hopped on the nearest subway to go get him. Kid's alright, just a little scratched up. He's a couple months shy of his 2nd birthday so he's entering that indestructible phase.

Also missed USPS delivery of townie bars/brake levers so now i have to leave work early tomorrow to go to the worst post office in Queens to pick 'em up.