Out the Door

Yesterday morning I bailed. I got up, got dressed, got on the bike, went two blocks, realized I was under-dressed, turned around and went home for some hot coffee. Sometimes, making it out the door just isn't quite enough. It's always hard for me to get myself out the door the day after that sort of thing, so this morning I made sure I was suitably attired; maybe even a bit over-dressed, just to be on the safe side. It was in the mid-50s and there was a light fog in the morning, but instead of burning off as the sun came up, it hung around. In fact, I think it got a bit thicker. That extra humidity always makes it feel much cooler than the thermometer would imply, and indeed I was quite comfortable in my long tights.

There was a small group this morning for the long levee ride. Todd, BJ and Eddie had taken off early on their TT bikes, and all I saw of them was a blur as they zipped past us in the opposite direction as we neared the Luling bridge. Donald had to turn back at "the dip" today, and when he did a few of the guys went with him, so it was just a skeleton crew that made the whole ride, and that kept the pace comfortably in the 20-23 mph range most of the morning. It was a nice enough ride - nothing to write home about, though. I was feeling kind of tired and still am. It's one of those days when my head just seems to be in a fog all day. It was a struggle to proof a report that a group of Harvard B-school students had written on the biomedical industry. The report was OK, I guess, with only a couple of things that made me mutter "Oh my God" as I scribbled mark-up in the margins. It was mostly cut-and-pasted stuff from a couple of the draft "Bring New Orleans Back" reports (including ours, of course), plus some demographic info from the census bureau. Anyway, I've still got a long list of things I need to finish today before I can get out the door and ride home. I think maybe a glass of wine tonight.

Maybe two.