Perhaps the time for breakdowns, or perhaps for crankiness. I've had a higher than usual rate of minor incidents over the past few days--the kind where someone honks or yells. Today it was someone on a quiet street who had plenty of time and space to pass me, and the passenger yelled something about a sidewalk at me. That sort of thing.

I started to recite the plate number & make/model of the car (Alero) to report to MoBikeFed, but my heart wasn't in it so I didn't bother trying to remember it.

It occurred to me that the act of reciting the plate number is calming, and gives me time to decide if the incident is serious enough to spend the minute or so of my life on reporting it. I generally lean toward reporting even minor incidents because I believe they should be, but I don't want to waste too much of my life on it either.

Nice to see the snow melting just as fast as it could!