Lunch

Good suffering at lunch, too much snow to ride a bike without getting hit and making all of that pretty snow into a pink mess. Pretty soon it will be singletrack covered in snow to get to work, without that I'm relegated to diesel fumes either way and the constant fear that the next one is going to be my last as the car passes too close and I'm a stain on the snow. It's not laziness borne of fear but fear borne of missiles passing too close to my shoulder. Did you think about that? At least I had a good lunch.