Chilly night last night and below freezing all day today, so I anticipate iceboating this weekend, in spite of a forecast warming trend. That would be early, although I have dim memory of ice and Thanksgiving. Usually, the first great ice is on Christmas day and the last great ice is on Boxing day.

And, it being a cool and cloudy day with little wind and no precip, I rode my bike to Robin's Nest (where I get my occasional hair cut), cutting across campus and weaving among students intent on getting to or coming from class, which made me remember, mostly fondly, when I did that. Oddly enough, as I was nearing my destination I came up behind Bob, the neighbor across the street and two doors down, (a somewhat reclusive retired professor), and I asked him, as we pedaled, if he was riding for recreation or destination. He replied that he never rides for recreation. Then, as I was turning into Robins Next I saw him chain his bike to a lampost in front of Subway. That made me wonder if there might be a clansdestine underground retired revolutionaries luncheon group, or some such, although Bob hardly seems an anarchist. Next time I see him head out on his bike, I'm sticking with him.