OK, I know I'm weird, but since I work weekends, I'm just as glad when weekends have yucky weather. Then I can deal more gracefully with the problems at work, then have 5 nice days that I can bike. Or at least that's what I tell myself.

William is going into the shop this weekend, anyway, to get a new, lower granny gear put on, so I'm all for letting Ma Nature have her tantrum and get it over with.