Surreal commute this morning. Nearly 58F degrees (pretty nice for this time of year in Vermont), and a ridiculous headwind. Yet I made better than average time. Yesterday my legs felt like they were being forced to drag an anchor. I got about 6 hours' worth of sleep last night after being out drinking with a big crowd. I dropped a couple of commuters on MTBs. Maybe Flandis was telling the truth.

Saw a couple of domestic cats. Dinged my bell at 4 runners who were taking up the entire MUP width (naturally - I wonder if they drive like that, too). They moved immediately, and one of them thanked me. Okay then.