I was very surprised to discover that Inspector Clouseau had moved into the neighbourhood when I emerged from the alley this morning (see ancient Citroen, above).
Weirdly, as I rode across town it seemed like the entire city is having a Pro-D-Day.
Heckfire, even the Safeway on outer W10th was empty while the Ramones blared.
The Ramones as muzak.
The Good - Seeing an old trail acquaintance again for the first time in a long time -the slow running guy.
The Gooder - Seeing a honest-to-gosh indigenous tiny speedy squirrel on the trail as well (as opposed to one of those ubiquitous fat rats with tails that have taken over everywhere).
The Not-So-Gooder - getting out of the Safeway and realizing that I'd left the red tail light on my pack flashing the entire time I was in there.