Qualia and I are visiting the family in the hills of Upstate New York. Temperature for morning ride: 64 degrees.
I'm glad to report that Qualia is feeling either well enough or desperate enough that he climbed on the trainer and rode for about an hour on my bike, soaking through the handlebars with a sweat so corrosive that it destroyed my clip-on bar elbow pads. That's two weeks of distilled frustration. High acidity content.