The ride was generally pleasant but again slower than usual coming home. Knee pain when I mash has me carefully spinning. Frost developed on the knuckles of my fleece gloves; that's so cool! (pun unintended but still claimed)

Well, not entirely pleasant :

What is it with cagers being so offended by folks on two wheels? Seriously, I got buzzed as much on the commute home this morning as in the whole of my previous experience. Did they not see the five blinkies out back? Did they not see the commuter yellow shirt and helmet cover?

And what's with the lady at the polling place (today's runoff day) yelling at me to move my bike away from the front entrance of the school as soon as I get off the bike and before I can get my bearings? The lady's attitude seemed to be that it was my problem that the school didn't have a place to secure a bicycle: (Me) "So, ma'am, I don't see a bike rack up here, do you know if there's one somewhere else on the property?" (Her, with sass) "I don't know, sir, the children don't ride bikes to school." (Me) "OK, ma'am, do know of anywhere I can lock my bike up?" (Her, more sass) "No, I don't, sir, I guess it's just your responsibility to lock up your own bike." Seriously, she's door monitor for the school (making her the default initial information person) and she freaking started the whole thing. To the pricipal's credit, the principal did send another staff member out to say that I could park my bike inside, just outside the polling station room.

I seem to have noticed a trend that people drive even worse on polling days than any other day (On Super Tuesday, I got in an argument with a guy that I yelled "HEY" at after he tried to right-hook me).

Alright, I'm going to go to sleep now and enjoy a day (hopefully) free of automated political phone calls for the first time in several months.