I stuck my nose out from under the warm blanket just long enough to check the outside temperature. It was only 37F, but at 6 a.m. that, plus the chilly temperature inside the house and my dwindling motivation, provided ample excuse for me to turn off the alarm. After having a good training ride on Sunday, I guess I was feeling like I could afford the luxury of an "off" day. (Deep down, I know that there will probably be a couple more "off" days this week between the weather and Christmas.)
And so it begins. The annual battle against my deep-seated hibernation instinct. I can almost feel the brown fat accumulating around my waist. Tomorrow will be better, though, and I am already looking forward to riding. Hopefully we'll have a good group and can do the "long ride" that nets me something like 44 miles before breakfast.
The Daughter has taken custody of the car for the duration and plans on going across the lake to work out at the Northshore Gymnastics gym some time this evening.
Things are quiet around the office. A couple of our staff are missing and the phone has hardly rung. E-mails are few and far between, and the meeting I had on my calendar for this afternoon has already been cancelled and probably won't be rescheduled until after the holidays. I guess if there's one thing that is nice about working for a university, it's these long holiday vacations that actually start about a week early when classes end and faculty start to take vacations. It usually makes me feel uneasy, though. I am a creature of habit and routine and don't take too well to the holiday aimlessness that disrupts my schedule.
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