Again, I was cutting it a little short for making it to class today. Darn early mornings! I started out by stopping at the post office to drop off a payment for the Pedal People (bike powered garbage and recycling collections), which led me to take the Route 9 bridge. It was a nice little hill for a change compared to my normal pancake route. I cut over to the bike path at Middle Street and saw a bunch of furry critters. Teenage squirrels and chipmunks were making bee lines all across the path almost until Snell Street. I had to slam on my brakes a few times to avoid them; hopefully, they're learning some lessons. Sadly, right before I got off at Snell Street, I found a poor little guy who had just met his maker, which I believe to be a blue bike powered by a man who didn't notice or didn't care. Anyways I turned around and parked my bike. By the time, I walked back to him, he had already reached his eternal sleep so I picked him up laid him in a bed of leaves off the path and gave him some nice leafy blankets. RIP little dude. On that somber note I continued on to class, where I was invisible to a middle-aged woman exiting the retirment home. I'll check for skid marks (on the pavement not my undies) when I head back home -- well maybe another day, because I probably will take a scenic route back after classes. Aside from the sadness little chip, it was a pretty okay ride accompanied by a few changing leaves.