While everybody else was snuggled in bed this morning, presumably with hands on snakeys, I was wakey-wakey and bundled up to mountain bike with my friends. It turns out Mooch and I must have some friends in common. After sitting in the parking lot trying to decide if I should solo or not . . . I drove back home, saddened by my experience.
Shame on you all. I hope it was snakeys and not the cold.