Cold

Well, OK, it wasn’t as cold as all that, but I did get nice and rained on coming home.  I was quite damp by the time I got inside.  Everything went in the washing machine, after I took a shower.  I wasn’t feeling too terribly chilled, but hypothermia is nothing to screw around with, and it likes to sneak up on you.

This kind of weather keeps up, I’ll be breaking out the sweaters soon.

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Rain, Rain

If this weather had held off till tomorrow, we could write it off to “in like a lion”; as it is, we’re gonna have to just call it a heck of a storm.  I dropped the car off to be inspected this morning, which meant that I got to wait for the bus in the horizontal rain, near the 62nd Street Bridge where there’s no shelter.

I did have an umbrella, which means that I’m only soaked downwards of a line running from just above my right hip to about the left knee.  My tights are filthy and covered in random bits of detritus, and my skirt, which is denim, is making my legs very, very chilly.

On the other hand, it’s in the 50s out there.  It won’t last, I know, but I’m taking my good news where I can get it.