Share the Sidewalk!

The only remotely interesting thing about my run this morning (besides the fact that 39 degrees didn't feel nearly as cold as I feared it would) was that I almost got run over by a guy on a bike. On the sidewalk. I know Atlanta is a particularly bad city for cyclists, and I'm all about sharing the road when I'm driving. But at 5:30 a.m., there's just really no reason to be riding your bike on the sidewalk.

Two much more interesting things happened to the cute husband yesterday, but I'm hoping he'll blog about them himself.