I owe the blogsphere a BIG apology. The weather this past week has been my fault. Did I feel dreadful about Claudia riding in this heat? Of course I did. But I'm not going to change a single thing I've been doing.
It HAS to have been the spinning. Three facts contribute to my hypothesis.
1. Spinning generates heat and friction. There you have it. That would be reason enough, except for
2. The spinning forces counter the earth's axis and spin, shifting the physics in unpredictable ways. I would love to tell you I was trying to bring a skier's snow back, but I don't yet have control over the process enough to make it predictable.
3. The uberspinners were at my house yesterday. Four people, five wheels. The level of karmic contentment I felt should have been illegal.
Did anyone notice that yesterday was HOTTER in the Northeast than Saturday? This was despite predictions of moderating temperatures.
I rest my case.
I had tipped over the edge on Friday, when I was finishing up an orthopedic case. The surgeons were about to put a dressing on the patient's wrist. They use cotton fluffs. (If you are a spinner, you know where this is going.) Without any self-awareness whatsoever, I looked at this huge cotton batt, and thought, "I could spin that." I asked for a piece to see how it drafted, what the fiber length was. That's when I knew it was TOO LATE.
On Wednesday, Rosemary and I will orchestrate a harmonic convergence, and I will continue on my path to true conversion and light. I will order a wheel.
Damn. One of the funniest things about this whole process? Cassie thinks she has had nothing to do with my decision to buy a wheel. "ROFL" would be an understatement right about now. It'll be a toss-up as to which one of us is laughing harder.