Gray

Well, the rain did come through.  And has stayed.  Weather service radar shows green globs all the way back to the far side of New Hampshire, so I guess that my devious plot of sneaking in another bike ride has been discovered by the weather gods.  Hope they don't report me to Homeland Security -- after all, I carry bottles of liquid on my bike.

Sometimes I wonder why I read the Economist.  Depressing.  This week's issue features how Hizbollah (their spelling/transliteration) wins by continuing to exist.  They don't mention it, rather tactful, but that's how we won our revolution -- just hang on, don't quit, after a while the other side gets bored and goes home.  One of the joys of asymetrical warfare.

Yeah, gloomy day.

Sunday roadkill report

One probable raccoon out in the bog. The remains had been savaged by various cars, which explains my use of "probable." Also, about three miles into my ride, a rumpled and dirt-stained dollar bill lying spurned on the paved shoulder. Naturally, I stopped to offer aid. However, it was beyond help, so I pocketed the corpse.

(No, I don't mind laundering money.)

Raining again now, but we had a gap long enough for the roads to dry off. So, I got out on the local loop and picked up the miles I abandoned yesterday. In the not-roadkill department, I spotted a great blue heron imitating a stump in the cemetery pond and a muskrat mowing cattails out near the bog. Apparently the carnage out there has left at least one survivor.

15.34 miles, 1:06:15