This morning I woke up at 3am fretting about getting to work. Today is driving day.
We’re in the middle of a wet and windy storm. I don’t think it’s stopped raining since Saturday and not the usual PACNW gray mist rain but plinking on the roof and forming a wading pool at the end of the driveway rain.
As I lay there in the dark, listening to the wind whip the rain against the window I tried to figure out the best strategy. My coat keeps my top dry but usually from the knees down I get at least a little damp and I didn’t want to start my day with wet feet.
I thought maybe I’d wear jeans and old shoes and bring a separate bag with work pants and dry shoes and socks and then change when I got here.
Then I tried to imagine myself walking from the parking lot to the office in the dark and pouring rain carrying my purse and my lunch and my bag of dry clothes. I decided, screw it. My health, safety and convenience is worth $12 today. I parked in the building. I also have a giant package ready for mailing and wasn’t sure how I was going to transport that so parking close today solved another problem.