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jhetleyYes, that white bud has opened into our glorious first blossom of spring. Well, semi-glorious. Small and shy, actually. But a flower, all in all.
You takes the harbingers that life offers.
In other morning news, I headed out for another bike ride in the crisp morning air -- temp about 35 F, but I wanted to fit myself into the gap between overnight black ice on the roads and afternoon meltwater floods. Seem to have succeeded on both counts. Thus do I tell various joints and tendons that yes, I _meant_ to do that. Get over it.
Approx. 5 miles, 25 minutes.
You takes the harbingers that life offers.
In other morning news, I headed out for another bike ride in the crisp morning air -- temp about 35 F, but I wanted to fit myself into the gap between overnight black ice on the roads and afternoon meltwater floods. Seem to have succeeded on both counts. Thus do I tell various joints and tendons that yes, I _meant_ to do that. Get over it.
Approx. 5 miles, 25 minutes.
