This morning was an odd commute. 46 degrees, just like yesterday morning, so I put on my windgear and head out the door. The weather calls for on/off rain showers and clouds all day, so I'm prepared for the soupy fog when I get to the first bridge over the slough, and... Nothing. It was totally clear. Here's all the strangeness of this morning's ride:
- No fog, but it wasn't raining
- All the regulars didn't say "good morning" back to me
- An owl snatched up a baby rabbit just a few feet ahead of me
- No cars on the road in Woodinville until I was halfway up W-D Hill.
The best (least "Omega Man" creepy) part of the commute was getting to work and finding out that the facilities guy replaced the broken shower head, so there's no more sideways spray going over the top of the curtain and soaking the floor.