It rained all day, and was still raining when I headed to work. I decided to take the long way in anyway. No wind at all. It was cool, but with my rain jacket on, I was warm enough to enjoy the pleasures of s wet pavement, and the mellifluous squeal of wet brakes. I passed a small wood which was completely flooded, and every time a raindrop hit the water, a little fountain splashed up. I cheated a little on the 'long route' by detouring Cemetery Hill...didn't want to do the climb, and wasn't too keen on the idea of the high-speed, long descent on a wet surface.

At the library, a woman asked me if I had been riding my bike on Lawn Road late last night. "Our dog was going ballistic, and when I looked, all I could see was a red taillight. So I thought it might be you." Yes, I told her, it was indeed me.

I went home by the longer route, again, and it was pleasant. Things were drying out, and my decision not to wear the rain jacket was a good one--barely a drop did I feel. In spite of the almost-cold weather, frogs were chirping all along the ditches.

Shortly after I had turned onto Lawn Road, a smallish dog of the farm-collie-mix variety started going ballistic. My friend from the Library was there to yell at him to shut the heck up, and give me a hello. Remembering yesterday's nasty surprise if the gravel patches in the road, I applied the brakes all the way down what was once a perfectly good coasting hill. Hope they get it patched soon!