I biked to work this morning and had to break my one rule: Never gear down.

Today I did, but only one down.  Gotta draw the line somewhere.

Heading northwest, it was windy.  Turning north, it was worse.  I’m hoping it holds up until suppertime, so I can set a world record on the way home.

The painting above is called “A Windy Day in Connemara”.  I don’t know where that is, and I don’t claim to have seen large mammals flying by this morning. If you love this one and you want to see more of amazing paintings specifically oil painting, look for 1st Art Gallery Yelp. But if your walls need a bit of “windy colour”, this piece is by Ted Turton.

I’m in a coffee shop a few days back and overhear a conversation.  The table next to me had three ladies chatting to each other.  Any of the three of them, stretched just a bit, could have been Saturday Night Live characters.

As they’re packing up to leave, I hear this bit…

“She sure wasn’t looking forward to winter.  It’s turned out to be one of the warmest winters we ever had.”

My mouth almost fell open.

Where had she been living the past five months?  This is the winter when it took me until last week to get in a broomball game.  This is one of the winters that Canada geese will tell “great escape” tales about.

One of the warmest winters we ever had?

Apparently Java Express serves up harder stuff than what’s on the menu if you just ask for it.