It was cold this morning. 26 degrees at the Masonite-enclosed Rootchopper Weather Center. I was in a hurry to get to the early edition of Friday Coffee Club. It was not to be. I had to dig out my fleece lined over boots and put an extra layer of clothes over my legs.
Big Nellie and I rolled into the darkness. All was well until a light shined down upon us. Trumpets blared. Angels sang. I stopped to take a picture (sadly blurry).
It’s been a tough year for Big Nellie. She had a nasty crash. She tried to eat Flor’s pants. Her chain broke. Her seat needed to be replaced.
All that’s behind her along with 31,000 miles.
I made it to Friday Coffee Club but only after Mary and Lisa had left for work. We passed like bikes in the morning in front of the White House. I am sure the President was looking out his window and thinking, “I wish I could ride my bike to work in the cold. Instead I’m stuck being leader of the free world and stuff.”
Poor Barry.
When I got to Swings for the FCC I was taken aback by the number of people there. Apparently they didn’t get the memo that it was COLD outside.
I met Nancy, a newbie and the thrid graphic artist in attendance. Laura, who hasn’t been coming lately, came despite having an office Christmas party last night. And I learned that you can make a Christmas tree out of a lamp. Sort of.
I left for work a little late. I had a ten o’clock meeting. I got to my desk and an email told me that the meeting was canceled.
I could’ve had another cup.
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 
Huzzah, Big Nellie!
Hubz and I ran to Swings for the early shift with Mary and Lisa instead of biking, partly because of a holiday party tonight, but also because of the cold. It’s quicker to don running clothes!
Good to see you, as always. We sure do have our share of graphic artists. I think it’s the coffee that draws them.
Glad to see you in passing! I’ll probably end up doing the early shift for a little while.
John – congrats to you and Big Nellie on the 31K! Very cool.