I was tired but I slogged in to work. Good weather for it, I just didn't sleep enough.

A couple of casual Sunday-only riders irked me when they each failed to acknowledge a "How's it going." In all fairness, the second one was minor compared to the first who snuck up behind me, ignored the "Hey, how's it going," and maybe even gave the "Oh, shut up, Fred" eyeroll. The guy then rode like a rookie, startling drivers as he blew through a stop sign along the double-yellow.