I washed the car, filed a couple tax returns, mucked around with trying to get my trailer out of the snow (didn’t), browsed some very fine cycling folk art and resisted the purchase (I’d rather ride $140 worth of schwag than hang it on my wall) and installed Skype on my PC to see (& hear) what the Nikkels were up to in Arizona.  I had resolved not to have my inaugural spring ride until I could wear fewer thermal layers than the last ride of 2010.  But it was no use.  The road and the bike called me.  So I rode the 52E up to 59S.  Saw Paul heading out as I was arriving back.  A not unpleasant ride, but I had to follow it up with a good 20 minute soak in the bath tub to feel my extremities once again.  So it begins.