So I finished all that, took a shower, and then I decided that it was a really lovely evening, so I should go for a ride. That wind I spoke of? It was aligned perfectly with the bike path. Fourteen miles, with the wind pushing me along on the outward leg, then in my face all the way back. Biking into the wind is sort of like biking through taffy. At least the ride back is mostly downhill or level. Gets the wind and gravity velocity vectors to cancel each other out somewhat. Now I don't plan to move from this chair unless it's to crawl into bed.
But tomorrow is a new day, and I'm gonna try out the Washington Secondary Bike Path up north a bit. It runs through Coventry, West Warwick, and Cranston, possibly my three least favorite towns in Rhode Island. We shall see.