3:56 on a Tuesday morning between the holidays.
The temperature has dropped into the single digits. You can feel it as you walk barefoot on the 15-year-old carpet to the washroom. Time to ride the bike to work.
I don't know why, really, but when it gets really cold I like to ride the bike to work. It must be the solitude. You ride along in the bitter cold knowing that you won't run into anyone and have to nod or stop and that's really a good thing.
If you own the local radio station and live a couple miles from both the tower and the studio - and you're a talk-oriented, community-involved station - then you don't ever really get away from it. It's not like Walgreen's where you close on Christmas Day... or a cleaners or doctor's office or tree service or even some restaurants where you close on Christmas Eve.