I want to ride my bicycle
It’s 63 degrees and sunny here in Cincinnati—very unseasonable. Beautiful cycling weather!
Instead, I’m stuck in my cubicle, plodding away at workplans and status reports. I gaze out my window, and see the reflection of the sun in the river calling me.
I get off at five. Sunset today in the Queen of Cities is 5:15. No chance for a ride after work. I could, I suppose use my lights, but that pales in comparison to what it would be like to throw my leg over a bicycle right now.
It is supposed to be just as nice tomorrow. I’m very tempted to call in sick, but I have several meetings.
Saturday, a day I could ride, is expected to be “near forty, with snow flurries.”
I hate winter.