Ailleann, I'm sorry to say, if storms move northeast, you're in for a long, long stretch of storms. Because we have them, and they stretch all the way down to the west of Louisville.

Because my office building is floor-to-ceiling windows on the exterior walls, when it rains like this, it feels like being in a washing machine.

Hmm. I like my job. This never happens to me. I'm confused!

That is so fantastic, Susan. Enjoy it!

{{{{Sheryl}}}}

The temperature outside is fine, probably in the upper 60s. But the central air is pouring cold air directly onto my workspace. Brrrr.

No need to feel sorry for me, Steph. I love the rain, and the only reason I'm mildly creeped out is because I'm at work and not at home.

Once I get there, bring it on!

I leave for Union Station in about 10 minutes (to ride the WOLVERINE), and predictably I am convinced that I'm forgetting something important.

Shoes? Money? Hairbrush? Birthday presents?

Umbrella and pork-pie hat?

Corset? tiara? porn to read - or write - on the trip?

Should I go see the Simpsons Movie in two hours with sorta-friends, or should I call it a day?

shrift, my theory is that if you're not going camping, odds are you can get whatever you forgot when you get there. Or do without. This is why I have two cellphone chargers now.

Shoes? Money? Hairbrush? Birthday presents?

Check.

And, man, the great hairbrush adventures!

I always feel like I'm forgetting something. I've got packing down to an art, though, so it's just a formless anxiety twisting around in my head.

I think it's because I didn't get rained on and I found the book I wanted and I've had nothing but easily resolved problems all day. I'm waiting for the catch.