Soaked | 12 July 2008

I too was caught in yesterday morning’s thunderstorm. It being a Friday with no meetings on or bosses around and therefore the ideal time to deviate a little from my regular dress code, and my feet being blistered and bruised from the ultimate frisbee game the night before, I wore cloth sneakers and jeans, which were both soaked through up to the knees by the time I was two blocks from home. I trudged onward on the far side of the sidewalk to be sprayed nonetheless by oncoming vehicles slicing through the trenches of water running downhill with me. The umbrella kept my glasses dry, but that was about it. The rain had soaked the dye of my sneakers into my socks, as I found out when I removed them and attempted to blot the rain from my person with paper towels, leaving wet footprints on the carpet. I spent the morning at my desk in tight sodden jeans with bare feet in wet sneakers. I called Scott to see if we could work something out at lunch to get me some dry pants and shoes and maybe a hot water bottle as well as an electric blanket and a toque, so he picked me up, I changed at home, we had lunch and coffee and talked about end of life scenarios, he drove me back to work, and I finished the day late feeling as though I’d accomplished something.

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