The moon was perfect on the commute home last night. I left while the evening was just at post dusk -- just a little pink left in the horizon. Beautiful. It caused all kinds of thoughts to come to me, so much that I almost forgot I was pedaling a bicycle.

It's cold but not bad yet. But it's cold enough that people think I'm nuts. My boss asked me why I was riding and I told him I only have two gallons of gas left in my van (i.e. better give me a raise).