Eventually the thought "Holy piss it's cold" will get old. Until then, HOLY PISS IT'S COLD! Nine degrees yesterday meant I was happy it was at least a double-digit 12 today. Added a layer and the facemask, toughed it out. Honestly the ride in wasn't bad either day. The ride home last night was fucking awful. Windy, dark, and slow enough that I noticed just how cold my hands and feet were getting. Total shit.
At least I remembered my phone today, so I can play angry birds all afternoon. Good times.
Current beer-scale: 7.2