Forecast for today was rain, and they hit this one right on the nose. When it was time to leave the house it was pouring, with thunder and lightning. The cat was a little freaked out by it all and was running around the house looking out the windows. I considered working from home, but at the moment I'm working on a project where I'm interacting with hardware and I need to have physical access to the equipment. I (very) briefly considered driving, but today would be consecutive commute number 383 and that seemed like a weird number at which to stop. So I decided, "It's just water" and rode.

It was just water. A lot of water. Like cars having their windshield wipers on high and still can't see water. By the time I rode the four miles to the client's office there wasn't a single part of me that wasn't soaking wet. My "rain resistant" jacket could only slow the deluge. Every finger in my gloves had a pool of water in the bottom. It felt like I had buckets of ice water instead of shoes.

Thankfully my Ortlieb panniers are completely waterproof so when I arrived I just toweled off and changed into my dry work clothes.

In retrospect, it really is just water. Wasn't a big deal at all in the grand scheme of things.