For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh; for the willing is present in me, but the doing of good is not. For the good that I want, I do not do, but I practice the very evil that I do not want.
Last night I received a good verbal slap to the face on my idea of riding in sub-10°F temperatures (“What are you thinking? Why would you do such a thing? Don’t you know frostbite is for life? Is riding for a couple days worth losing toes? I can’t even imagine why you would consider doing that.”), so I decided to call upon the carpool arrangements a coworker and I set up before winter. That means that now I have a lot of time on my hands in the morning – he’ll meet me at 7:45, but we got up at 6:00 (and that was sleeping in half an hour! What luxury!). Normally I leave by 6:25 or so and am at work, if not at my desk, by 7:45. It’s a little odd to shift my schedule, but I guess it’s worth it to avoid freezing.
The sky has what writers always describe as a “leaden aspect,” that dark and ominously denseness to the clouds that says “snow” to those who see them. We have a good chance of more snow today. I suppose I should be glad I’m not riding in the 6°F snow-likely conditions that currently exist outside our window, but somehow I’m not. Clearly I must be kind of neurotic about bike riding or something.
But then, you all knew that already. Anyway, the moms and moms-at-heart who read this blog can rest assured that I’m not risking life and limb (literally!) on my bike, at least not today.