This morning on the way to work I got completely drenched. I mean, soaked to the gills. My pants were wet all the way up to my thigh, top to bottom. I had to turn around and go home to change. Usually I can stand it if only the bottoms of my pants get wet, but all the way up to mid-thigh? This was a first. Even my socks in my Bean boots were wet. I figured my pants would never dry in my frigid, air-conditioned office and I'd get pneumonia or something, so I grudgingly went home. Of course as soon as I got home the rain stopped and the sun came out. Grrr. So I figured since I was home I might as well indulge in something I haven't been able to since I moved here: eat breakfast before leaving the house. I cooked up some scrambled eggs and toast and watched The Today Show while my pants dried. So I guess it wasn't a total loss.