i have special mojo. all i have to do to make it suddenly rain really, really hard is stop on the way home for groceries. regular desultory hardly-counts rain with lots of space between the drops as i go in; can't-cut-through-it-with-a-fog-light rain when i come out. i only had about 1 kilometre left to get home, but i left the store with dry feet and was carrying half-inch puddles inside each shoe when i sloshed through the door. when i took them off to pour out, the heels were still dry. that is some kind of peculiar sensation: when you take a step and feel water oozing up between your toes as you land, then recede again as you move on to the other foot. . . at least i tracked down the rain pants this morning before i set out.

that was kind of a crash return to the hard core of winter commuting, but the rest of the day was fine and even better than fine. cool (14C), hardly raining at all, heavily overcast in that way that gives you that special light. i had a ball. and i'm feeling strong (touch wood).

i'm loving my felted wool socks from last winter. nothing beats them. but by my calculations i need 15 pairs just to get through a week.

pair one: for the ride in
pair two: to wear during the day and for the ride home
pair three: waiting to be changed into the moment i get through the door. can be worn again for the ride in on the following day.

songs: memories of east texas, michelle shocked; the dream before, laurie anderson.