it’s the first horrid rainfall of the winter, and it’s really wet. cycling in these conditions is not in the script; nor is walking really. my lift home professed a desire for really extreme weather conditions, he remarked on how he’d love to see the odd tornado or two, something to really batten down the hatches. right now, both me and the cat have our hatches firmly battened. i don’t want to see a tornado, i like my roof, walls, trees, things like that. i don’t want a needless demonstration of nature’s raw, life-shattering power. i can get that from going to to the weatherspoon in redfield and looking at the ravaged faces of the regulars.