If not, I'll ne'er trust cloudbase
Nov. 20th, 2014 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceRainstuff skyfall outwet.
So of course today was the day I ran errands up in the city. M'wife picked me up at Mountain View on my return, and prodded me and said "Oh, sweetie, you are very damp." I may have squished.
And I came home and promptly went out again, to get wine for the night, because wine; and came home and ripped all my own clothes off and dived into a hot shower, because I was that degree of cold where your bare arm brushes your bare ribs and you flinch away because your own elbow is just that chilly to the touch. And I'd have stayed under the shower a lot longer, let me say, if we weren't still in drought here, because frankly one day's rain isn't going to make a difference to the state, tho' it's a blessing to my garden.
Anyway: rain and train and San Francisco, Ellen Klages and Borderlands, Bart and the Ferry Building and rain and train: those were my day. Oh, and an upscale grocery store just around the corner from B'lands which confuses me mightily every time because anything in the UK called Bi-Rite would automatically be the other thing, as downmarket as you can go, discounted stuff that was cheap to start with. Not this place, it's lovely. I may have lied to myself, saying I was only going there for information, to ask when the Seville oranges would be in, for we have an emergency marmalade crisis in this household; but of course I came out with pastas and vinegar and there would've been cheese too if we hadn't been heading for a cheese-crawl this Monday as ever is.
So of course today was the day I ran errands up in the city. M'wife picked me up at Mountain View on my return, and prodded me and said "Oh, sweetie, you are very damp." I may have squished.
And I came home and promptly went out again, to get wine for the night, because wine; and came home and ripped all my own clothes off and dived into a hot shower, because I was that degree of cold where your bare arm brushes your bare ribs and you flinch away because your own elbow is just that chilly to the touch. And I'd have stayed under the shower a lot longer, let me say, if we weren't still in drought here, because frankly one day's rain isn't going to make a difference to the state, tho' it's a blessing to my garden.
Anyway: rain and train and San Francisco, Ellen Klages and Borderlands, Bart and the Ferry Building and rain and train: those were my day. Oh, and an upscale grocery store just around the corner from B'lands which confuses me mightily every time because anything in the UK called Bi-Rite would automatically be the other thing, as downmarket as you can go, discounted stuff that was cheap to start with. Not this place, it's lovely. I may have lied to myself, saying I was only going there for information, to ask when the Seville oranges would be in, for we have an emergency marmalade crisis in this household; but of course I came out with pastas and vinegar and there would've been cheese too if we hadn't been heading for a cheese-crawl this Monday as ever is.