I’m sure that the polar ice cap is melting and I’m sick about it. I really am. But in the meantime, it sure was a hell of a day, here in the Northwest corner and Harry and I sure had a great bike ride. About 25 miles through the hills. Temperature in the mid sixties…blue sky…some wind. Such a pleasure. We went along at a fairly good clip…slow enough to talk some of the time. Too fast to talk most of the time.

It is still true, by the way, that we bike at roughly the same clip, despite the 25 year spread in our ages. He could go faster but it is not an inconvenience to either of us. That is so nice. It is, in a way, what all this hard exercise is all about. And, yes, it really does work. Oh boy.