about biking to work is that sometimes it rains.
Like today. What's going on out there: a whole lot of water. The water's coming down in every rain metaphor you've ever heard: sheets, cats, dogs, waves.
And the bad thing about taking the train is that apparently the terrorists are out to get 'em. And also, everyone who's riding them.
So the big plan is to work until the rain stops? That might not work...it's Friday. It's after 5PM. The beer is calling my name. And, you know, Madeleines don't melt.