i shivered like a child

dang cold 50s and wet. such a change. earlier this week i was sweltering, but last night is gets quite cool, and the wind picks up, and then it starts raining, and by morning it was cold and still raining and when i rode my bike i wore more clothes than i have in months, fleece and shell and all that, and turned on the blinky and flashy lights on my bike, and just kinda hunkered my way to work. but it was okay. my bare legs got used to the lower temperatures (last winter i found i could wear shorts down into the 30s) and the mist on my face kept me cool and wistful-looking, that moist dripping runoff look that the camera likes. and then the sloshing onto the socks, and the soaking through the mesh of the cycling shoes, and that line of grit you get when you take off your socks after riding in the rain, the grey-brown haze on your shins above the grit line and the clean white ankle flesh below. thank gollum it's friday.

this rain is making me look forward to the next backpacking trip, making me think of algonquin park again. last fall's trip was certainly a rainy one - let's hope not so this time. but i am also looking forward to a little escape from present-day life...home is fine, as usual, as we get into the groove of this school year, the younger son in particular having to adapt to the pressures of fifth grade (the older son taking the pressures of tenth grade in stride along with everything else). but i've been kind of grumpy at work, feeling somewhat left behind and responsible for sweeping up unattractive bits. i am invaluable for doing this, of course, but my dissatisfaction is becoming acute.

of course, any more specific complaining and it starts to get recognizable, if you know what i mean. so i won't. but if something good happens you will read about it here.

--->puff