I didn't go cycling today because the weathermen had been promising major thunder storms this afternoon, since I first turned on the radio this morning. Actually, I was going to ride anyway, but when i went outside it was dark, cloudy, and very windy.

Eh, those weathermen lie like rugs. There was no visible lightning, just a little spitting contest in the clouds and some celestial tummy rumbling. Not even enough precipitation to quench my lawn's thirst.

I did manage to mow the front and half of the back yard while waiting for the end-of-the-world they'd almost predicted. My own sweatfall did a better job of watering the lawn than any rainfall today, and I got gypped out of a bike ride to boot.