Great ride this morning. Was 16 degrees when I left the house, but sunny and dry out. Unlike the ride home yesterday. Swirling, dusty snow made it close to invisible, plus the ground was wet and slick. And the downtown rushhour drivers were even more ass-inine as usual.

But this morning was great. It's funny when it gets down into the teens -- I can feel a bunch of long-gone injuries popping up to growl a bit. There's the separated shoulder from college piping in. Oh, and the hyperextended knee from that Ultimate game in 1999. And the two broken fingers from a year or so ago. And the crack on my head accidentally administered by my 2-year-old son last summer. I just love the nostalgia.

Still pissed off about my commuter bike being stolen (though it helps that my homeowners insurance is going to give me $900 for the loss). It's just not fun riding to work on my roadbike. Fortunately I just bought a real nice fixed-gear, which I'll start incorporating once I've gotten some more practice on it.