The Bike Commuter Report:
I was biking up Eastlake and passed a guy and I heard keys drop. I looked back and saw keys, with a bottle opener like I have, and the guy picking it up, so I stopped to check my keys and of course my keys were fine, the guy had dropped his own keys, but I fell over and scraped my knee.
Then, in the U-District, I saw a girl wearing a pink dress and a Russian fur hat and riding bike. I also saw a monk (asia man with a navy blue, ankle-length cassock) jogging.
When I got to my own neighborhood, I saw an ice cream truck!
Overall, rather more exciting today than the usual smattering of roadkill squirrel. And I didn’t even have any cars try and merge into me!