It's supposed to get into the 40s (F, that's 4.44 something in C, which frankly seems way colder) again today. Yesterday, I was hunkered down, avoiding grading. Today I'm just going to give in; the bike is coming off the trainer (where, to be honest, it hasn't been used nearly as much as it should have been).
UPDATE (because I know you've been waiting with bated breath)
Joy. Happiness. A little sweat, a lot of mud up my back (through all three layers, thanks). I rode out to where the city trail meets the state trail, which isn't cleared of snow at all, then turned back and rode up through the city park, which has enough trees to scent the air to remind me that once this area was a great pinery.
A fair number of folks were out walking and such, and all of us smiling.
There's something very weird about riding through the park, up the hill, and seeing in the distance people out ice-fishing on the lake, and then riding around and down next to the lake, and watching kids play at sliding near the ice fishers.
Note to self: trying to ride uphill on ice isn't as fun as it sounds.
I desperately await the arrival of spring. I sent away for biking shorts today, even though I've read how you're supposed to wear them.