So wet the worms are attempting to dry out on the sidewalk. It's like Mass Worm Suicide Time.
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig, still bluesy like I have been all day. Going back to the Y was great ... I love that gym, I love being downtown, I love that I took the bus all the way there from work and I love that I got to play in our cool Space Odyssey public library on my way home (I was looking for the songbook to Anything Goes - I've got a hankering to learn how to sing many of the songs in it - and I found it, and I am pleased with this). Pilates actually snapped me out of my head for a few brief moments (while I was doing a move that had me on my side, balanced on a forearm and a hip, holding both my legs in the air in a diamond shape). Too bad I was late getting there - it took twenty minutes to make it just from my office to Mercer Island, which is normally an 8 minute drive. It's funny, you think Seattle people would know how to drive in the rain, but I think they don't.
I was going to get the car after I was done downtown and maybe go do something tonight, but I closed my eyes when I got to the bus stop and said *if the next bus here is a 3 I'm just going home* - and it was. I know I should probably have set something up to meet someone tonight, but I just didn't, and somehow I think with this crappy dumping rain shadowdaddy will like being able to drive home when rehearsal gets over. At least my new book is pretty interesting. And God only knows the dishes need washing.
I guess I'll try Death by Carne Adovada now - from the way the house smells, it's clearly done. Then I'll read, and then I'll face My Porcelain Doom.