Riding home from A's tonight after a full day and night of fun, I was reminded of how much I love riding my bike at night. It is getting nippy, though, and soon I'll need to find a thin hat to wear under my helmet. But after 10 minutes my heart rate was up and the cold air felt clean on my face. When I turned in to my neighborhood, the moon was reclining above the streetlamps and I felt very good. My headlamp illuminated the mountain of leaf bags in my neighbor's yard, very neatly piled for garbage day. Horrors! I spirited 8 of them behind my front hedge, to be carted back to the compost bin later.
Now I'm thinking I may need to scurry upstairs to the freezing attic and dive under the covers, because right underneath the Murphy bed there is a full-scale sports war going on. Some team must be doing something, because my downstairs neighbor is bellowing at his TV. Sleeping in the Murphy bed may not be possible tonight unless someone wins or loses (I suppose there would be one of each...) soon.