It was raining this morning. And windy. A cold front got here today. I had to go to a 10am meeting and walk about 500 feet outside. The rain came up — fuck sideways – and the puddles appeared everywhere. The end of the fucking world if you’re a napkin or a witch. Water everywhere.
I got to my meeting and had to run to the bathroom to sop up some of the water from my pants with paper towels because I was leaving puddles everywhere. I had to stop to make the meeting; because I didn’t want my boss’ boss to come in and see; and because I was killing trees like there was no tomorrow.
Post meeting, I wanted my pants to dry on my person because, you know, sitting around the office in your underwear is a little weird. But it didn’t work, and I got really cold (plus the modem in my office climate control unit is busted, but that’s another story). So I took off my pants for them to dry on the room-temperate air coming out of my “heater” unit.
Currently, I am sitting in my underwear and undershirt and socks freezing, with my door locked and a Post-It that says, “I’m here — Pants are drying.” It should probably say, “If you come in here, don’t make fun of my blue underwear.” Or, maybe funnier, “Come in and get an eyeful of –!”
Of course the sky is clear now, with low and lovely clouds.
But it’s also getting very cold, and I get to have coffee with a good buddy tonight outside, at our adopted clubhouse — the trolley stop on University Parkway.
