Commute

Yesterday I felt tired and slow riding in to work. This morning I didn’t. I didn’t feel fast and zippy but I didn’t feel tired and slow. What’s different? Beats me.

(This is all relative of course. I’m never actually fast, just a bit faster some days.)

On Monday morning I saw a skunk on the way to work. To be more exact, I saw a flash of black and white fur disappearing into the long grass as a went by the Experimental Farm. This is the first skunk-spotting on a commute (although earlier this summer there a couple of baby skunks hanging around behind our building at work.)