My midwestern people complain about the heat, I complain about the chill & rain. I spend too much of my day feeling damp. Today I wore bright pink kneesocks to improve the view while I walked, paying attention to sidewalk + puddle-avoidance. Did I tell you how, the other week, on my way home, I accidentally stepped (deep) in some wet cement by the side of the road? When I went by the same strip on Friday, I saw that four or five other people had made the same mistake, all of our foot-holes filled with rain and leaves and trash. Maybe never to be filled with cement? Or maybe once these weeks of rain stop?

On the train, I started reading an article in The Believer, then fell half-asleep, but only half, so I could hear the conductor announce the stop before mine. Really had to fight to not sleep through the 3 minutes between that stop and my own.