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Doo dee doo doo

We have been having nearly a week with temperatures in the 60s, and whatever snow remains is clumped in small shaded areas and large piles at far ends of parking lots, so I figure it's finally time to get my tires change. Legally they must be changed by the first of May.

I dropped my car off at the shop first thing this morning and decided to walk the eight blocks to work. I left the shop at ten till eight. There were so few vehicles on the road I figured I was running much later than I had thought.

I was the first one at the office, which was weird enough if I really was running late. Even weirder was that the clocks in my office read 7:50 when I unlocked the doors.

Either my summer of bike riding buffed me up enough to be able to walk faster than a speeding minute hand, the whole of downtown is involved in an episode of The Twilight Zone where life continues at a slower pace than the rest of the world, or the clocks at the shop were wrong.

I'm betting on the Twilight Zone, because it explains the lack of traffic at ten till eight on a workday. And also because I haven't seen an episode in forever.

Also, had I known it was a mere 32°F outside I probably would have wore a jacket or a shirt with, you know, sleeves on my morning walk.

I still would have wore my sandals, however: bare feet are the requirement once temperatures get over 20° and the threat of frostbite is (mostly) gone. Here comes spring!