No, the dog did not get a hold of some newspaper while I was at work today. I rode home on newspaper, b/c I am a retard and didn't have a spare tube with me. It worked well enough. I wouldn't recommend it but I got home.

After a quick walk I was ready to yet again replace a tube. Awesome. I'm getting awfully sick of the bike on it's saddle.

Current beer-scale: 6.4

Is it usually this obvious when the universe is trying to tell you not to do something? Almost geting run over is one thing, and something commuters really have to kind of build an immunity to. But almost getting run over, and swerving to avoid it only to go over a HUGE pothole, which results in one more tube down the drain--that's got to be a sign, right?

I wonder what kind of sign getting a helmet hurled through your windshield would be.

That's as much insight as I'm willing to get from this morning. I have a hard enough time warding off the "it's-winter-I-wish-I-was-dead-or-if-not-me-almost-everyone-else" blues without an additional daily case of road rage. Rage being the optimal word. I can ride home on a flat tire. I can put one more fucking tube on. And I can get up tomorrow and bike again. Why?

Because fuck you, that's why.

Current beer-scale: Fucking high.

aw crap.

A deceptively cold 37 degrees yesterday morning had me out without a full facemask, a mistake I did not make today. One of the few things in life I am optimistic about is winter weather not lasting as long as it does, and when I see temps practically in the 40's I want to believe it actually feels like that outside. Not so.

Today it was back to layers 3 and 4, and even though my mustache was freezing while I was out with the dog the ride wasn't unbearable. For a split second today, the car was a distinct temptation. But turning the mileage count back to zero for the year took care of that.

The hardest part so far this week has been getting back to the normal grind. Even though I still worked most of last week, with the wife on vacation I could sleep in an extra hour and just start the day on the bike. With the sun out that's a pleasant enough way to start the day. Now, it's back to waking up in the dark and heading out with the dog on foot. Slightly less fun.

At least there's whiskey. There's always whiskey.

Current beer-scale: 7.7 (obviously, converted from the whiskey-scale)