Damp

Bands of rain still cycling through -- which may interfere with my cycling. I dunno. Weather radar shows a clear space, then another comma or two of stuff headed south and east. Still shows the widdershins signature of Cindy in the pattern.

Maybe I'll do two local loops, upriver and down, adds up to 30 miles but never takes me more than five or six miles from home. Had planned to head out into the hills for something rather longer and more strenuous, but that way may lie folly....

Could be worse -- could be at ground zero for Dennis, down on the Alabama coast. Currently rated at "Category 4" -- severe, with sustained winds up around 140 MPH, scheduled to hit land again this afternoon or evening.

Of course, being in Alabama would pose other problems.

Sunday roadkill report

Woodchucks, a skunk, and a raccoon or two.


Did sort of a cloverleaf around town, got drizzled on, got sunshined on, chatted with a Volunteer Milfoil Inspector out at the lake -- he didn't think he needed to inspect the bike for milfoil, an invasive aquatic plant.

Turns out I _could_ have taken the long loop through the hills that I originally planned, except that some of those clouds on the horizon seemed to have Ambitions, and might have hunted me down if I got daring.

We'll see if the lawn dries out enough for mowing.

You may have noticed a lack of mention of writing in recent days. I have been slacking, or the story has. I think I'd be more involved in the damned thing if I didn't already know how it will come out -- I like to be surprised, just as if I was reading someone else's work. If I get far enough into it, I know it will start to twist away from what I _thought_ was going to happen, but I haven't reached that point yet. Therefore, it remains a slog.

42 miles, 3:10:15