good steady ride in with a touch of wind in my face but not as bad as earlier in the week.

Rode home late at night. The Charles River black as ink. The air still and quiet. Lots of rats running across the bikeway. Further west the rats turn into large gray rabbits and nesting pairs of Canadian geese- much more tolerable companions on a midnight ride home. I felt like Paul Revere.

It was a challenging week. I was glad for the bike rides to give it some perspective.