Cold. 32 degrees without the wind. Thin gloves because I left my winter gloves in Amanda’s car and no shoe protectors make for chilly fingers and toes. Did I say chilly? I meant freakishly and painfully cold.

On another note, I continue to be impressed by the drivers I share the road with. Thus far, the worse interaction I’ve had is someone honking their horn at me while going the other way on Lamar. Lamar is a wide road between College and 75th, so I’m sure they were just honking to honk and be honkish, but honestly, that’s not so bad. I expected worse. I prepared for worse. I prejudiced myself for worse. I’m happily being proven wrong.