Spent most of the morning playing dragons with Owen. Running around, flapping wings, and general growling were the order of the day. We got outside and enjoyed the susnshine. I'd almost forgotten what sunshine was like. I noticed that my concept of warm is severely skewed now. 45 degrees felt downright balmy. We made a snow dragon (snowman was out of the question) covered him in green food dye and filled his mouth with sunflower seed teeth and red food dye ("BLUHHHHHHH-D" as Owen likes to say), made a sign reading: Beware! Here there be dragons! and then we were off to the next activity.
I got out for a ride this afternoon. A nice solitary road ride. Something I hadn't done in a long while, riding alone. It was perfect. Crisp and clear without a hint of wind. Me and breathing and effort in a lone revery. Nice beyond words despite the chilly temps that crept in towards the end. So wondrous the long spin on the road, bundled up enough to let the work keep you warm. If the precipitation will let up, then the temperature is easy enough to deal with.
Now, the commuting week lays ahead. The commuter miles are different but satisfying and the alertness that comes with a ride to work makes all the difference in the world to my work attitude.