Water, water everywhere

To Mandai Zoo, 35 km. The roads are wet. I look at the night sky and see white clouds (so much light is thrown up by urbanites). It looks safe to cycle, rainwise (though not so safe that I cringe when heavy vehicles pass close by). I'm in such a hurry, I forget my water bottle. Water, water everywhere (on the roads) but not a drop to drink. Why am I cycling? Perhaps because I rode 1,794 km less in 2006 compared to 2005. It's as if I didn't cycle for over four months last year - that's how bad work was.