Feeling Like a Wet Dog

I woke up this morning to the sound of pouring rain, and after having a cup of joe and working the computer, realized that I was supposed to go to work today. This, mind you, entailed riding my bike to the bus stop, in the pouring rain, no less. R came down and said to forget it, the weather is too lousy, but I knew she'd be disappointed, and this all might come back to haunt me, so I called AG, of the K&A Vegan Standard fame, for a ride, but he wasn't feeling well. I was going to have to ride. I looked outside and it didn't look bad, the rain had subsided, so I decided to go for it.

Of course, the minute I started to ride the deluge came. It started to rain in sheets, and I was getting drenched as I made my way to the bus stop. I kept thinking that I should get RW's phone number and hitch a ride, but it was too late to whine. By the time I got to the bus stop, I was soaked like a wet dog, and then I had to wait for the bus in the rain. It's times like this I want to whine and feel self-righteous that every loser on the planet has to drive every place on the planet, but what does that really accomplish?

Instead, I sucked it up and took it like a man. Besides, what's a little rain to a Vermonter. We have a busy day ahead, and I'm not really looking forward to it, but regardless of how I feel, it's coming my way.

We also had a rough night last night. We keep nursing the naive belief that we can have our cats in the bedroom with us, and then they wreck havoc and keep us awake. Consequently, we're all running on fumes over here. AND, we're supposed to meet with our mentor about the house, but I'm going to try to reschedule. He must think we're crazy.

Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to Manuella Nejaim for the pic.