Today the rain fell down relentlessly, without shame and without restraint*. I felt insanely grateful for my bike getup that keeps me feeling comfortable and safe. About 6 miles in, however, the wet soaked through my hands and feet. But it was wonderful and warm outside. I smiled as the drips pelted my face. This was way less painful than the hail that pelted my eyelids yesterday! At this point I had no reason not to ride through the puddles. I felt like a kid in the rain! Splash!
Plus, I knew I had a handy new boot dryer at work waiting to be tested. See, I have no problem getting wet on the way to work. However, putting on wet and soggy clothes to get home is no fun at all. So, the boy got me a boot dryer to use at work. It is being put to the task today, we’ll see how it performs. The label stresses not to use it on gloves, so I am trying them out on our coat rack.

Fremont Bridge BIke Count: 158

*I love anthropomorphizing all the things.

If you didn't catch the title reference, grab the earworm of the day, brought to you by Blind Melon:

All I can say
Is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do
Is just pour some tea for two
And speak my point of view
But it's not sane,
It's not sane

I just want some one to say to me,
"I'll always be there when you wake."
You know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made

And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain
That there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away,
But it's a great escape
Escape... escape... escape...