My first fixed/headwind commute. Ugh. There's an 18 tooth cog in a brown semi somewhere in the midwest, making its way towards Arizona. I kept my legs churning in time with the mantra, "Two more teeth, two more teeth."

A balmy 60F and the aforementioned headwinds. Saw a strangely beautiful silvery banner slow-motion waving over the canal, a long streamer of translucent garbage bags caught in an olive tree.