commute
day two of The Gentle Rain that Drove DC to Suicide. gray. dreary. chill. and not in that warm, fuzzy, go-for-a-walk-and-raise-your-face-to-the-sky kind of way. more like the hunch-your-shoulders-under-your-umbrella-while-puddles-seep-into-your-socks-and-passing-cars-soak-you-to-the-knees kind of way.
which is why i’m going to new mexico tomorrow.
well, not actually. i mean, i am going to NM tomorrow, but it has nothing to do with the weather here. it’s a *sigh* work thing.
but at the moment i’m on the bus, slogging my way downtown (or so i imagine – the windows are far too fogged up to see where we are, and we could be heading off 66 and into the river. i wouldn’t complain.) toward certain doom the office. and yes, my socks are damp.
January 7th, 2009 at 11:22 am
With weather like this, driving through the streets with Tracy Chapman music on loud speakers could be considered a WMD.
I’m building pillow forts in the living room.
January 9th, 2009 at 12:54 am
You know what’s really depressing? Weather as you describe makes me put on my old purple Docs… except I discovered the other day that there is a giant GASH in the heel of one of them. Makes me very sad.
January 11th, 2009 at 2:02 pm
This would pretty much put a damper on my day, too. I won’t complain that our temps just dropped 20 degrees into the 50s for the day.
I nominated you for a bloggie, by the way.