A low of 42 degrees; currently 44. Looming dark clouds and occasional spitting rain. My bike seat, which appears to have no fissures, became permeated with water from being left out overnight, and now when it is sat upon, it emits drippage down the interior pantslegs. Upon arrival at the office, I got stuck in my down coat; I love you, coat, but when your zipper sticks, as it often seems to, up near the collarbone zone and I can't get out of you and I'm indoors where it's kind of hot, well, you cause a very specific panic.
Freed from my coat, I saw Paul Constant in the hall, and he said he moved his short-sleeved shirts to the front and his long-sleeved shirts to the back in his closet yesterday. Thus he hexed us all. Thanks a lot, Paul.
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