When I left home this morning to ride to yoga, it wasn't much warmer than it was in Fairbanks, "Alaska's Golden Heart." Despite my wool socks and shoe covers, my toes froze and were numb throughout yoga, even though I wore socks during the entire class.
It was a bit warmer after class, though, and after spotting a neat owl, I warmed up enough to stop for a photo and to unzip the many assorted vents on my jacket by the icy mini-cliff by Mendota.
I've got a lot of work things on my mind, I'm behind on my bike captain duties, have some household balls that I've dropped, and have been spending a lot of time reading about what's been happening in Minneapolis after the shooting of Jamar Clark and keeping an eye on the idiotic grandstandish remarks made about Syrian refugees. I'm glad to be able to get out on my road bike still to shake loose some of the cobwebs and to have passed my somewhat arbitrary and fluid 3000-mile (the distance from Minneapolis to Fairbanks!) cycling goal, but am lacking some creative, blogtastic inspiration on this Sunday night.
So, on that note, I leave you with a photo of this cute... salamander? who lives in my nephew's bedroom. The quality of this photo isn't as good as some others I took, but I love his? little adorable direct gaze.
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