Chilly Garbage Day

The thermometer read 39 degrees (Fahrenheit) this morning when I headed off to work on the bike. The sky was a beautiful blue (at six a.m.), the morning star quite sharp. I had awakened to the smell, and sounds, of C. making tortillas in the kitchen. Outside, I could smell something had burned. Shades of tortillas past, I guess.

On the way home I biked to the new polling place, which is not across the street anymore, and has instead been removed to a bay at the auto body repair shop. A rather inconvenient place to bike to, and indeed, drive to. I place the blame for this squarely on the shoulders of you-know-who... They let me bring the bike in, thank you very much! And I voted.

I got a couple of catalogs in the mails today, Bike Nashbar and REI. I used to love perusing catalogs, but lately even the Walthers catalog is un-interesting. I wonder why that is. I spent a great deal of my teen years reading the Allied Radio and Lafayette catalogs, planning and drawing my dream ham radio station. Collins S-Line, baby, with a 100 foot tower topped with a 40 meter cubical quad. So much for THAT!