I'd been planning on a quick Christmas morning ride, but even before the alarm sounded I awakened to the sound of rain. I peered through the slats of the Levelors at the wet streets below and knew I was screwed. By the time the rain stopped and the streets dried all hope was lost. There was a pie in the oven, wrapping paper on the floor, and the annual noon feeding frenzy was fast approaching. The Daughter was now fully equipped for her upcoming snowboarding trip a complete wardrobe of technical cold weather clothing and there were pralines, cookies and pies all over the place. Much wine was consumed, mostly out of sheer boredom, though, and by evening we were all sitting on the floor watching Fiddler on the Roof as an antidote for the last two weeks of Christmas immersion. Joey D stopped by the house late in the evening, more wine was consumed, and I went to bed hoping to get in a few miles the next morning.
Today it was much more windy than I'd expected, and of course the group was a smallish, but we got in a decent enough ride even if it didn't come close to wiping out the calorie surplus of the prior day.
Right now The Daughter should be taking off from Moisant Field (aka MSY - Moisant Stock Yards, aka Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport). Naturally, her flight was delayed, leaving her about 15 minutes to make it to her connecting flight when she reaches Denver. I wonder if she'll make it, especially since she twisted her ankle while running in the park yesterday afternoon.
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