Sunscreen? Heat? I just saw a tiny bit of sun taking the fleabag into the vet... but it's ducked back behind the clouds. Now to pretend I have something like a schedule and ride to work. (Moochie is a very good sport - doesn't even complain when I pour him into the cat carrier, tho' he knows where he's bound - it's still better than bathing, I suppose. Ironically, now he spends inordinate time at that water bowl, but it's going *in* and not *on.*)
The weather channel was noting that it is Bike To Work Week and citing the advantages of riding, though it was recitatory, not as if from the lips of anybody who'd had the thrill and the joys of actually doing it. Atlanta might not be my first choice for cycling commuting, especially if I had to be on the air when I got to work!