A little trivia, a little twinkle in the night

Wow. Cold out. Big tiring day. Rode into city, very very gingerly and carefully, and knees only hurt in last five minutes, as if to say, "don't get too comfortable, sweetie."

The skyline was so gorgeous in that clear, cold air that I really wanted to take pics for y'all, but I wasn't exactly certain where my pocketcam had got to. It's either hiding out in the bottom of my bike bag, or I've put it someplace I can't recall.

Must invent that handlebar cam.

Apart from the nervousness about how my body was going to treat me and the fact that my fingers and toes kept going alarmingly numb, it was beautiful to be on the bike, smoothly moving through relatively deserted streets, looking at the twinkly skyscrapers over the bridge and the homier Christmas lights of Brooklyn.

I got home weirdly tired despite not really having put forth much energy, and promptly (okay, after a nice warm shower) fell asleep on the couch, sitting up, with the cat snoozing on my lap putting forth all eight cylinders of her soporific energy.