The rain is grim and determined today. It got its papers, it’s fully qualified to soak the ground and our feet and leak down our collars and foreheads and into our bags. So when I left this morning, it was with a raincoat buttoned to the neck, quick-drying cotton pants, and a lucky umbrella. I also was packed off with a thermos full of hot tea in my messenger bag, several kisses, and a fully charged iPod.
And let me tell you something about rain and commutes and general public behavior: when you’re walking through one big puddle that is your street and your legs are soaked from the knee down and you’re fighting wind to umbrella, there’s a loophole in the law that usually decrees you have to enjoy your personal stereo system quietly. Yes, I broke it.
And thus, thanks to the current infatuation (almost a decade late) with Blur, you would have seen me stomping down the street, rassling a thrashing umbrella, yelling PARKLIFE! at random intervals. And I might JUST have been sashaying my hips just the littlest bit.
What ELSE can you do on a rainy monday morning?

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