Since I didn't wake up when Cliff got home from work at 1 A.M., I don't know if he's still following through on taking a vacation day; yesterday as he was leaving for work, he mentioned he might do that.
See, the trouble with motorcycle riding on work days this time of year is that it really doesn't warm up suitably until about noon. And Cliff has to leave for work at 2:30. So in order to get much of a ride in, he has to take a day off work. I see the high is forecast to be around sixty, which is pushing the limits of comfort just a little; trust me, if we ride, I'll be wearing many layers of clothing.
I've hesitated to mention this, since I'm afraid I'll jinx the two of us: But this is the first winter in my memory when neither Cliff or I had a single cold. Not so much as a sniffle.