So, I walked home from Quincy Center (the short route at that) and somewhere at about the halfway point I realized that my jacket was leaking water to my skin.
I got home (and almost immediately went back out to walk Victor) and I was soaked through a large puffy jacket, a hooded sweatshirt and a turtleneck. It has taken most of the evening to dry out enough not to feel like I am waterlogged. Unfortunately, I wasn't smart enough to make sure that everything in my bag was secured in a plastic bag. My Fall 2009 copy of VK (which I'm currently knitting a sweater from) is also soaked in a triangle from the midpoint of the magazine to the bottom of the issue. I have it open, and hopefully these pages will dry well enough that I can still use the magazine beyond making this one sweater.
The rain is loud enough that it is drowning out the Olympics on the television. Not a problem, because the NBC announcers aren't always worth listening to.
