Gray

I had some vague notion of getting out for a bike ride this morning, being as I'm going to be off to that Maine Festival of the Book debacle tomorrow.  However, current temp is 56 F, with breeze, and showers scattered around the area.  Showers growing, according to the weather radar.

I'm a wimp.  I no longer see any reason to ride in cold rain.  That's the kind of perspective that age will give you.

Saturday roadkill report

Two squashed squirrels, one gray and one red.  Desperate times call for desperate measures.  Or ledgers.  Or something.  (I warned you I was going to start counting squirrels if the roads didn't start producing better corpses...)

Still gray, still windy, but the temperature got above 60 F so I settled for a local ride.  Add bladder campion and columbine to the list of roadside botany.  Also, spotted a new great blue heron out at the cemetery, replacing the one I listed as roadkill last year.  Yay!

My allergies are still giving me trouble.  If I have to take antihistamines tomorrow, Kristen had better do the driving.

15.31 miles, 1:07:06