First major commuting snafu of the year: No pants! Aaaauuugghh!

I put my pants in the dryer to fluff out the wrinkles and I guess I just left them there. D'oh! So I'm sitting here in my bike shorts waiting for my dear wife to arrive with my pants. So lucky that she works in the same building.

Was fortunate that I didn't run into anyone from my office in the elevator. As long as no one asks me to stand up in the 20 minutes or so I'll be able to escape embarrassment.

Oh, the ride was fine. Few sprinkles, no big whoop.