It was nice to wake up this morning to the rain. It was sort of cozy to have my coffee and read the morning headlines. I lingered at home a little longer while the rain poured down. And since that morning meeting wasn't going to wait, I faced the rain. Literally.
Washington Square Park was flooded. I went around. The rain blew sideways, and I left a nice little drip pattern in the elevator. My pants were only soaked to the middle of my thigh. The meeting went on. So did the next one. An hour later, the rain stopped. My pants? Almost dry.
Making the best of it.
