Overcast, a little above freezing, and a nondescript 5-mile ride to work. There was a natural-gas leak somewhere in the building, so I grabbed my bike and gear in case we couldn't go back inside, but we were given the all-clear. Darn.

Going home, I went ponderously slow most of the way, taking it easy, feeling (and hearing) the IRC Blizzards gnawing on asphalt with carbide steel at ~35psi/2atm. Arrived home in the dark to see the apartment manager changing light bulbs on a stepladder under the carport. "I figured that might be you," she said cheerfully. "That looks like a nice bike. So do you ride all winter?"