Alright sunshine

At precisely 0700 and a bit I rolled out of bed.  Quite honestly I was glad to get up after an absolutely terrible night.  Whilst I might have been in bed for well over eight hours I wasn't sure if I had slept much at all.  My Garmin tracks my sleep, after a fashion anyway, and it seems I managed better than I felt.

It was woolly hat weather outside, but inside a carbon tube it's barely long sleeves weather, and loaded up with shoes, clothes, laptop, power brick, mouse, mouse mat, headphones, lunch, milk, water and lock the thing weighed a ton.  It didn't slow me down too much though and I barrelled my way into town.

I hadn't commuted in the torpedo for a year, and what do you know, a driver who didn't perform the correct series of observations before manoeuvering across the bike lane nearly made me become a statistic.  Good job I spent all that time last weekend sorting the brakes.  Bah!  One day I will finish making my two-tone air horn.

The sun was still coming up when I powered past Calton Hill, and I noticed it was reflecting off the topmost floors of Appleton Tower, so I had to grab a photo.

I had to shelve my planned morning's work on account of leaving my notes at home – oops! – so I did the afternoon's first.  Random Colleague was in again so we had an extended lunch and talked a lot about music.  By the middle of the afternoon though I was getting too tired to think, and I'd been cold all day, so I headed home.  But not too tired it seemed to pedal the slightly longer way home!  It was a good ride, although it started spitting with rain after the Graffiti Tunnel and by the time I was home it was quite heavy.