Thursday

I think the week may be starting to get to me. Or maybe that’s just this Thursday talking.

I overslept this morning, waking up ten minutes before my regular train. No, I’m sorry, I exaggerate. Eleven minutes. Yet I managed to shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, and get out the door to be on the station platform at exactly the moment the train was pulling in. If there were an Olympic team for that sort of thing, I feel like I at least aced the qualifying rounds.

Amazingly, I was still expected to do other things for the rest of the day, like work. But believe me, there’s no lack of that stuff to be done.

At lunch, I didn’t take my umbrella with me, primarily because it wasn’t raining. Sometime between buying my sandwich and eating it, however, the skies opened up and the started bucketing down. And I thought, well, it’s just two or maybe three blocks to the office. Just how wet could I possibly get? I waited under the overhang of a scaffolding on 42nd Street until the light at the crosswalk changed, and then I bolted across the street. And discovered, unsurprisingly, that the answer to my earlier question was: a whole lot of wet. Somewhere between sopping and soaking. You know those log flume rides at water parks, where you get thoroughly drenched? (Do they still have those? I haven’t been to a water park in a long time.) I looked like that.

I spent the rest of the day damp and cold. Luckily the office wasn’t at its peak freezing temperatures — last week had us all fooled into thinking it was early fall — and I compensated with an extra cup of coffee. (I’d bought a box of K-cups from a nearby Tim Horton’s on the non-rain-drenching part of my lunch break.)

It was really nice to finally get home and change my socks.

But tomorrow’s Friday, and with the rain today the temperatures, which had jumped back up to muggy and insane, are supposed to go back down. It’s not quite fall by any stretch, but we’ll get there, by hell or high water. (Though neither one of those would be super-appreciated. I have only so many socks.)

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  1. Tim Horton’s K-cups – what did you think? Did you try making yourself a double double?

    I also wanted to thank you again, and properly, for the lovely get well flowers you sent. They were waiting for me when I came home from the hospital, and it was such a nice surprise. Thank you very much!

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