7 for 7

Here it is already noon and I can barely see the lower parts of the nearby buildings. Yeah, this will be seven straight days of serious fog. The pads in my helmet haven't been dry in a week. When I got to the levee this morning for the long Tuesday ride, Luke was the only one there. He was already trying to talk me into turning around early before I even came to a stop. Eventually, though, we accumulated a decent-sized group of, maybe, ten or so.

It was good and foggy again, of course, but not terrible. Visibility was maybe a quarter mile on average, so the biggest issue was really the dampness. Most of the group turned around at the dip, but four or five of us went all the way out to the end. We had started out a few minutes late this morning and I knew there was a headwind waiting for us on the way back, but, hell, I needed some riding time. Two of the guys we were with live out by Ormond, but they turned around with us and rode back all the way to the dip, so that helped. After that, it was just Donald, Glen and I. I was mostly correct about the headwind, so our pace was limited to 21-22 mph most of the way back. Donald is still trying to get back in shape after some time off the bike with back issues, and my own legs weren't feeling too hot today. Eventually, my feet started getting cold from being wet, even though the temperature was probably in the low 60s. Anyway, it felt like kind of a long slog today, and I arrived back home a good 15 minutes later than usual. I don't remember ever having this many days in a row of riding in the fog like this. Of course, it's always a little worse along the river than it is elsewhere in the city.

It is getting kind of quiet here at the university, as is typical leading up to the holidays. Tomorrow our little office will be heading over to Herbsaint for our annual Christmas lunch, and although I'll be in the office through Friday, not much is likely to happen during that time. How's this sound?

"Here is where dark, rouxy gumbos find common ground with lemony gnocchi seared in olive oil, where small plates of house-made spaghetti come outfitted with fried poached eggs, where parmesan beignets stand in for croutons on carefully composed spinach salads, and steamy piles of dirty rice escort crisp confit duck legs."

Yummy, eh?? You might not find "rouxy" in your English dictionary.