It was 38.8° Fahrenheit at around 7:30 or 8 when I left. The tube I replaced hadn't gone flat, so I took that as a sign. A sign of WHAT, I know not.
A bunch (a flight?) of airplanes were taking off from Gillespie Field. I tried to take a dramatic shot of at least ONE of them, this is the best one:
Actually, the other two exposures had no plane in them. I guess it's harder than it looks to take a dramatic picture.
The Weather Underground station in Glorious Santee shows the thermometer didn't get up to 40° (Fahrenheit) until 8:30, so that explains why when I changed from the heavy -duty gloves to the gloves liners under bike gloves after using the camera my hands started to hurt a little.
I rode up Mission Gorge Road instead of taking the Father Serra Bike Path. I didn't see any other cyclists until one surprised/passed me going up the Jackson Drive Hill o'Death with a cheery "Good Morning!" as I'm laboring in granny granny gear.
I rode around the lake, annoying no one for a change. I ate an Albertson's Chewy Granola (Peanut Butter & Chocolate Chip) at the end of the perimeter road as I felt a little shaky, didn't hit the sign as I wasn't doing a lap, and headed on home.
Collecting cans all the way, I managed to get 15 cans! Some dripping wet w/beer, two (sodas) were full and sealed! That's a thing, I would think if one paid good money for a drink, one would finish it, drain it dry!
Yet again, my path diverges with the rest of humanity...
Today's cans:
So far this week I have managed to put 49.90 miles on the cyclometer.
How many more days in the year are there? How many days in December?
Tempus fugit! The wages of sloth of evident in mileage for the year!
Oh, you may be wondering, what is with the "What A Week" entry title. Well, what with the overwhelming self-induced despair of the Xmas holiday, nearly terminal gas pains, very nearly terminal ennui, and a surprising telephone call, the week has been an emotional roller coaster!
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