Really wanted to 'ride the stomr in' as it were - last nite. However, discretion being the better part of valor, and having ridden nearly 25 hours in the last 6 days - I caved. I took the ride home. Cracked a G'Night and sat in the bath with Quinn. Started a fire. Read a book. Watched it get dark. And cold. The rain changed to grapple(sp) and then snow. Kinda dreading the snow - but kinda stoked as well. It was amazing out this morning. The chickens refused to come out of the chicken house. Did not want to put their little lizard feet in the snow. I am jonesing to ride. It's odd. I should be burned out and all wanting to settle in to winter. Not just yet. There is some life left. Some connections to be made.