Power still here. Internet still pumping.
As tempting as a run in the cold drizzle is (it isn't) I think I'll just wait for the Y to reopen at noon today. Either way, the streak is safe.
M and I are set up in our home offices. The beauty and the curse of being able to work remotely. You still have to work.
We're not too stir crazy since we snuck out last night for a beer and a jukebox set where all songs had to contain the word rain in them. Not terribly original, but fun nonetheless. Even if I got teary when someone selected Box of Rain by the Grateful Dead.
My dad, neither a music lover nor someone particularly fond of hippies or their ilk, heard this when he was driving me home from college one break and I had control of the radio. He actually asked me to make him a copy of the song. That guy, he could surprise you every once in a while.
So, here are some tunes from last night:
- Walking in the Rain - Oran Jones
- I'm Only Happy When It Rains - Garbage
- I Can't Stand the Rain - Missy Elliot
- I Love a Rainy Night - Eddie Rabbit
- November Rain - Guns-N-Roses (M's choice, not mine)