It wasn't raining when I left my apartment this morning. I brought my bike out of the storage room and I was prepared for some hard bicycling into the wind on my half hour ride to work. I had forgotten my rain jacket at work yesterday. I had taken it as a precaution, and left it when the day wasn't so bad and the thought of rain had slipped my mind.
Thirty seconds into my ride, before I had even crossed the first street 20 meters from my door, the rain came. From no rain, to tropical storm almost instantly. I was drenched within seconds and began to realize the miserable morning I had in front of me. I had looked for rain pants at the local store on the weekend. I hadn't found any, but the weather had been nice on the weekend and I thought I could wait another week to make that purchase.
You might think this is where I proceed to tell you about the 30 minutes of struggling through high winds and driving rain, but the truth is, after a minute or two of intense rain it sort of stopped. The wind was still there, and crossing the two humped-back bridges to work was difficult, but when I was just 5 minutes away from arriving at work I was starting to dry off a little, even starting to feel slightly comfortable. Maybe starting to think the morning wouldn't be so bad.
So, of course, it started to pour again. Redrenched, newly miserable, and thinking someone up in those clouds was playing with me, I arrived at work and walked into the office, dragging a puddle behind me. Now I'm sitting at my desk, the wet fabric of my clothes sticking to my skin, drinking my double espresso and writing this blog entry while I wait for my boss to get here.
Stay tuned: later this week I'll post an apartment renovation I've been designing this week.
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