\”O Fortuna, velut luna\”. O Fortune, variable as the moon. Thus begins Carmina Burana; and sometimes I think I\’m as variable as that satellite of ours.

After yesterday\’s abortive attempt to ride to the salvage store, I made plans for this morning. The idea was to set out at about 6 am for a 20-mile ride on the road bike; then hitch the trailer to the hybrid for a trip to the salvage store. Wouldn\’t you know — I changed my mind.

I didn\’t do quite enough preparation last night. I ought to have pumped up the tires, at least. That delayed my departure; and it was already past 7:00 when I at last got going.

At least it was daylight by then; and the light let me see the frost on the grass. Frost is pretty, even if I don\’t like the cold weather. I had warm packs in my gloves; but I sure could have used some in my shoes!

As I rode, I debated whether to make the trip to the salvage store. Ultimately I decided not to. To reach the store by 10:00, I would have had almost no time to eat breakfast; and if I had tried to wait until after the salvage store trip to eat, I\’d have bonked.

Wait a minute; didn\’t I eat before hopping on the road bike? Yes, of course I did; but my pre-ride snack plus the GU-Gel at the halfway mark were more than burned off. On top of the fueling problem, I had gotten a lot of fluid into me, and … we know what that means!

In addition, I was delayed in getting home. A stationary freight train forced me into a detour of several miles.

Velut luna? Sometimes I am.