35 degrees and sleet. I was not looking forward to the ride...but the days that I want to take the car are the days that my husband would really need it to cart the kid around.

So, I put on my layers and my rain jacket and set out. It was not the most pleasant commute. There was a headwind, driving little droplets (pellets? needles?) of sleet into my face. My mind wandered back to when I was younger, when Sunday meant junk food and drinking and watching three football games back to back to back. I miss those days!

Anyway, I'm here, and now I know:
35 degrees + sleet = saddle up.