It’s been raining, it’s been pouring. And man, has it been boring. And a little creepy. Today I left a meeting and was walking back to the office. I was wearing sandals, much to the concern of a group of construction professionals.

Construction worker 1: Honey, I got a towel. Can I dry off your feet?

Construction workers 2-7: [gaggle erupts in giggles, high fives ensue, stereotypes of the construction work break live to die another day.]

I suppose, given the lack of a proper shoe, my feet were wet. It’s been raining for 19 of the past 23 days. Everything is wet. The other footwear in my closet is probably wet. I don’t even know.

I thought about replying in kind with an offer to shove the aforementioned towel in a place where the sun don’t shine. But on second thought, that place seems to be very much here, so I doubted it would prove any point similar to, Your offer, kind sir, is altogether inappropriate. The weather has succeeded in watering down my snark, and let’s not even talk about my hair.

So I played undisturbed and scurried on. In my haste to escape, I nearly lost a sandal. And then I accidentally hip-checked an old man. He looked up, smiling (did I imagine this, or was he impervious to the rain?). “Good morning, miss,” he said. And I felt suddenly sunny.  Incidentally, when I was younger, I thought the lyrics were “And I wonder, still I wonder, who’s Doctor Strraaaange.”  Can’t win ‘em all.

Also On Tap For Today:

• Reschedule MFA visit with my mentee for a sunnier day
• Read NYT article about running and sleep

How are you, fellow Northeasters, coping with the weather? Did you get one of these yet? Would you ever let a stranger dry your feet?