black slush

Ugh.  Never a good sign when you get to work and clumps of black slush are falling off your frame in all kinds of places.  Not a good day to have forgotten to grab my clean-up rag on the way out.

Oh well.  Yes it's freezing, icy, and wet, but fuck it, last week was my first 5-days ridden of the week and this will be the second.  Just hurry up and make it spring already.

Current beer-scale: a 7-point-I-fucking-hate-Monday-morning-9.

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