Yesterday evening, I headed out to the coop where I volunteer once a week. It was raining hard. I asked myself if I'm crazy. I answered that I am. But going by subway and not going didn't seem like good ideas. The ride was not unpleasant, though it's a shame that rain makes it so hard to see. I generally felt safe enough. I think I've achieved another level of toughness to weather lately.
At the coop, I was comfortable enough for a while, but then I had had enough of being wet and cold. I brought a change of clothes and intelligently put them in plastic bags in my backpack. I did a complete change, including socks. Oh, so nice.
The rain had stopped by the time I went back home, though the streets were wet. I got a little wet.
I laundered everything today, including my gloves and hat.
I'm still unemployed after a long time with no job to commute to.
