77. Glove Heaven

Sometimes I ask, is it really worth it?  The rain and wind; waking up and finding a flat tire; shoulder to shoulder with an SUV; hills upon hills; lost helmets and gloves.  A couple of weeks ago I found myself down to two pairs of gloves--some ski gloves for when temp's in the teens and 20's but otherwise quite unusable, and a pair I found along the roadside a few years ago and keep as a spare when my mainstays haven't dried out.

I need something to keep me going, but wary that "a wicked and adulterous generation looks for a miraculous sign," I keep quiet.

Then during one of my periodic passes by the REI return bins I found a pair of cycling gloves in perfect condition (returned because they "weren't waterproof enough") for $11.  A couple of days later a pair of lightweight gloves that had been missing for a couple of weeks turned up in Sage's trunk.  And tonight the lost left of my regular gloves shows up in my rarely driven car.

I believe, I believe.