my waterproof rain pants . . . are not. on the other hand, my waterproof messenger bag . . . is. so it's all good, i guess.

didn't drive today. dunno why, really, except that i didn't feel like it, and it's not a baseball day so there's that whole just-cause-i-can-so-nyah-nyah impulse. good rides both ways, but i think they definitely put me over the edge and i'd better take the car for sure tomorrow. i think i did in one of my hips.

it was dark this morning when i set out (at almost 10 am), with a really neat slightly weird kind of overcast thing going on. i got to work dry, but not too long after that it set in to pour and just kept right on doing it till i left 10 hours later. and the rain pants did help. it rained hard all the way home, but again i was travelling in that neat brighter-than-you-think, can't-tell-where-it's-coming-from yellowish light that just can't help but make you feel like you've been sprung from some drab old routine. and it was warm. my right runner filled up with half an inch of water within the first k, and the left one caught up to it by the 2.5 mark. didn't drain out at all, so i rode home with my feet feeling like goldfish someone won at a fair. in spite of the wonky-body stuff i felt strong all the way, both ways. now eating a huge salad with feta cheese and piles of green crunchy stuff.

songs: happed in mist, michael marra; over the waterfall, michelle shocked; the bits i can do from the third movement of gorecki's 3rd again