Certainly not truffles

I was back in front of the computer (like that's unusual) digging through data with the flattering image of myself as one of those trained pigs with its snout in the damp, loamy soil of the forest floor except I was turning up little dried up turds rather than pungent truffles. That's how it felt at least. All day. It was a pleasure to get out into the dry, cold darkness and ride along with my jacket open getting colder and colder but feeling a little more awake and alive for it.