(Yes, there's a reason some of you are having déjà-vu.)
Winter has broken, finally. I'm not sure if spring has sprung; there are still patches of snow, but it's 55°F (13°C) out. I'd forgotten how much pure, unadulterated *JOY* there was in biking without having to be bundled up like the Michelin man. Never mind that I've probably already spent an hour on my bike today; I don't have to be in bed until 22:20 at the earliest, so I think I'll be getting a little bit more exercise tonight. Just as soon as I re-attach my water bottle holders.
Besides, exercise makes shifting my bedtime earlier by almost three hours much less of a challenge.
 05:20 is not my idea of a decent time to be leaving for anywhere. It's not a decent time to be doing anything except sleeping, in fact, but I don't get much choice in the matter. Not when coordinating spring break schedules with about fifty people.
 Louisiana. I'll be back in just over a week.