Absolutely beautiful morning–almost, I dare say, perfect. Until, after once again successfully challenging the auto-centric streets of wild Fairfax, I managed to slip and fall over in the shower at work. 
P.S.: could someone who participates in that activity where people try to go fast using their legs but refuse to acknowledge the invention of the wheel explain why someone would jog shirtless in the dark when it’s not quite 60 out?