no ride today since i'm not working. probably use the bike later for a few local errands, but i left my lock in the rack so i won't take it downtown for the major purpose.

maybe it's the celsius thermometre, but i'm ready to swear the world at 0 degrees and below is just a different paradigm in every way from the world at +0.5. instantly discernible too; i took my bike outside yesterday into about -2 and every fibre said 'COLDDD!' it wasn't even the temperature really, just a different feel and a different smell, different bite in the air. i can't even really tell how much i like it, but i'm grateful for the ice-pack effect through the ride and the rest of the day. but then i go into work, where they keep it so warm in contrast that i have to get up and go walkabout outside every hour or so to avoid falling asleep.

i'm starting to flail and choke a little, but i don't think it's really the ride. it's winter itself and all the freaking darkness that's making me feel so sweaty and feeble and disoriented. the solstice is coming not one day too soon this year. it's always like a beach i feel like i'm hauling myself up on to gasp in the sand.

songs: come back to us barbara lewis hare krishna beauregard, john prine; willie mcbride, eric bogle.