It's Twelth Night, and around here that has some special meaning. For one, it's the last day you're supposed to have christmas decorations up. For another, it's "King Cake Day." And finally, of course, it's the official beginning of the Mardi Gras season. There are really only two carnical krewes to which I'd really like to belong. One of them is the Twelth Night Revelers, the krewe that opens the Mardi Gras season. The other is the Krewe of Comus, the one that closes it. The Twelth Night Revelers have their Ball tonight, and the Phunny Phorty Phellows have their streetcar parade today. This year, since the streetcars aren't running on St. Charles, they're doing it on Canal Street. Gotta roll with the punches nowadays! Anyway, I never did get any King Cake. Damn.
So I finally got in a ride, however brief, early this morning. It was colder and very windy, and I didn't have much time, but after two whole days off the bike, I was desperate enough to suit up for an 18 mile ride in the dark. Hopefully I can get in a full weekend of rides this weekend, although tomorrow morning is supposed to be quite cold. It's always January that turns out to be the hardest month for training. You'd think it would be November or December, but January is always colder and windier and the big races still seem like they're a long way away, so it's easy to make excuses.
It was moving day for the office, and so I had to drop The Wife off at the office early, then go to the uptown office, load up everything and move it to the downtown office. It wasn't all so difficult, really, but anyway it took up a lot of the morning.
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