Idle musings

How is a postman like a cat? Both seem to feel an urge to be unpredictable. Today's mail arrived early, on a day when we get a weekly news-thing for the area that adds to his load and usually delays delivery.

Still warmish and no rain. I believe another bike ride will be ordered for afternoon delivery.

Added words to SIGNATURES, potential end to Chapter XX and Fat Wizard committing a crime or two.

And, in man-bites-dog-level news, I received a rebate check from my professional liability insurance. That's almost on the order of the time the university paid _us_ money for the privilege of educating Younger Son.

Thursday roadkill report

No fresh roadkill to report. Which is not a bad thing.

Noon temperature was 60 F, so I dragged the bike shorts and tee-shirt out of storage. Nothing much notable on the ride, although pussywillows have been spotted (sort of like the appearance of Peeps, a rite of spring.) I saw what _might_ have been moose tracks along the road, or might have been big deer tracks that have weathered still larger. Since this was in winter sand over pavement, I'm tempted to say moose -- a deer wouldn't have needed to spread his little ungulate hooves, and wouldn't have sunk in deep.

15.23 miles*, 1:08:15

*I forgot to reset the bike computer until I was already out on the road. Your mileage may vary.