Two 3.8-mile city rides for the first time since last Thursday.
The excuse: with RDC away, less time away from Blake. The real reason: laziness. Also, Friday I brought RDC to the airport, Monday I took off entirely for medical appointments (five hours for two), laziness for four days, and Monday I made another airport run.
For the first time, since it was below freezing, I wore my new gloves, which are warm (unlike the thin glove liners I wore under ordinary fingerless bike gloves last week), snugger than any other glove I would otherwise tolerate, that, because snug, permit full functionality for brake and gear levers. (I brought regular gloves for the afternoon ride.)
Cathleen Schine, author of my beloved Evolution of Jane, read from her new She Is Me tonight. There were only four people, plus bookstore staff, in the audience, which was noticeable in the Tattered Cover's new meeting space. They've sacrificed a whole floor in each store to meeting space and shipping, allegedly cramming just as many books into the remaining three (Cherry Creek) or two (LoDo) storeys.
Anyway. I told her how much I love Evolution of Jane and she was glad to hear it. And she signed it with a turtle.