This morning I walked to work in the rain. This is only maybe the 2nd or 3rd time it’s rained on my little pedestrian commute, and I’m pretty sure it’s the first time it’s rained in the morning. I had my umbrella, but all that really did was keep my head from getting wet, the rest of me got soaked. Eight hours later, I was starting to feel like I had just finally dried out, and it was time to walk home. In the rain. It’s not supposed to stop raining until next Tuesday. Ick. I think this is an early pajama night for me.

And I learned something else: it doesn’t matter that I had the umbrella to keep my hair from getting wet, or that I used the straightening iron on my hair this morning, or that I also used the goo that’s supposed to keep me from getting those little fly-away hairs all over my head. If I’m outside in the rain for more than 5 minutes, I start to get an afro from the humidity. Lovely.

In much-much-much happier news, I have a 2nd date with Dave the Brit set for Friday night. We’re having dinner. It’s so unusual for me to be this excited about seeing someone, I’m practically counting the hours until Friday. I talked to Kris the other night and she told me I was “twitterpated”. I had forgotten that term, but I think it’s pretty accurate for my current state of mind. Happy happy happy, la la la….