Soaked

I got caught in my first downpour today on the way home from the train station. I suppose this should have been not only forseeable, but avoidable. After all, the sky was the color of a nun's hat, there was a jacket in my bag and it was spitting as I left the station. But I thought I could make it home before the heavy stuff came down.

I was wrong.

I didn't stop to put on my jacket because I thought I'd only get wetter by the time I'd gotten it out and put it on. And I didn't have an umbrella because, well, I'm an idiot. Winter is apparently like this a lot, so there's that to look forward to.

Fortunately, there's wine and brie in the fridge, so all's well that ends well.