Morning:
50 degrees, grey and very windy. It feels like the wind has been blowing for at least 3 weeks. The new name for Mem Drive eastbound is The Abattoir. So, westbound is The Cheese Grater, and eastbound is The Abbatoir. I just want to make sure you've got that, because I'm going to stop using their real names. Look at this conglomeration of fur by my foot. I have no idea what it is except that it's just one more victim of The Drive.
Evening:
During the day the skies cleared and the sun was blazing. By the evening ride-time, though, all the clouds came rolling back. I really could have used a pair of gloves. Photo is of Enter the Dragon before a game.
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Your highfalutin talk was too much in this one, causing me to have to look up a word on dictionary.com. The definition was good, though, so I share:
Something likened to a slaughterhouse: “The hand of God and mankind's self-inflicted blows seem equally heavy... giving a strong cumulative impression of the world as an abattoir” (Manchester Guardian Weekly).
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