This morning was the first day this week I didn't ride my bike to work. Gotta bring one of the Hounds of Hell into the vet over lunch.

The ride home yesterday was strange. From the moment I left work, the traffic was completely stalled on every road in the area. At first, I was passing stalled cars on the right, but the drivers started to get angry and a couple of them actually MOVED THEIR CARS to the far right so that I couldn't pass. So I hopped up onto the sidewalk and continued home. About 1/4 mile from my house, I came to the scene of a collision of a motorcycle and a pick-up truck. Tons of cops and I knew it was serious because they completely shut down one of the largest, busiest streets in the area with police tape (hence, the crazy traffic snarl). The cop at the intersection told me I could go ahead and ride my bike through, as long as I stayed on the sidewalk. Nastiest accident scene I've ever seen. The ambulance had already gone, but there was lots of blood. And you could barely even recognize the thing on the ground as a motorcycle, based on what was left of it.

I told my husband about it and he said, "See, THAT'S why I don't want you riding on the street." That's a disagreement we'll probably never resolve.