Friday no-roadkill report

I have declared 45F to be warm enough for bicycling.  For sufficiently-desperate values of "enough".  After all, I go skiing when the windchill drops below zero...

And I have swapped the bike shoes for ski boots in the shoe rack by the kitchen door.  This is, I realize, tempting the weather gods.  Tough.  They have to learn to let go.

Mockingbird singing near the Fruit Street school.  No way of knowing if this is the same bird I heard yesterday near the Garland Street school.  About a quarter mile distance between.

10 miles +/-, 55 minutes

Appropriate skies

Gathering clouds.  We're having a military funeral across the river.

Pause and think about it, please.  That's our army, our soldiers, no matter what we may think about the orders that sent them into battle.