Heaven

No, not the Bryan Adams slow-dancer from the 80's. This morning's commute. I'm certain that when I die, go to heaven and get a job, the commute will be just like this morning. 53ºF, sunny, a little tailwind, and a brand new yellow jersey. If it weren't for that yellow light at Circle and Venetucci, I'd have made record time. Meh (that's the noise you make when you shrug). It's still the best way to get to work.