After a practically balmy December, January has come with freezing temperatures.
Some of my (from north of Lake Ponchartrain — 50 miles of bridge on their commute every day) co-workers are complaining about waking up to ice on their trucks and such.
Meanwhile, in New Orleans proper, we are suffering from temperatures that hover around freezing — perhaps a little frost on the ground. I wore my duck boots — freezing water on the feet isn’t good — put on a nice warm coat and biked to work.
The ride taught me that I should have worn the long-underwear that Alexis gave me for Christmas and that I need full-finger gloves for riding when it gets this cold. Other than those minor irritations, the bike ride was quite nice and really helped me wake up..