Yesterday I went to San Francisco to help my employer move to a new office (in the same building). It was a long day; I almost missed my stop when I fell asleep on the train.

This morning I left the house at 7:30 and drove 46 miles through soupy rain for a 9:30 workshop in San Francisco. I parked at SBC stadium near 3rd Street (only $6 for parking until 6 p.m., and where our director prefers we park if the agency is reimbursing us). Then I walked the 1.3 miles to the location of the class. I could have tried to catch a bus, but I was running tightly scheduled, and I knew I could walk there in 20 minutes. Despite having a raincoat and umbrella, when I arrived my arms and back were soaked, as were my legs from my feet up to my knees.

I reported at the reception desk for the class, only to be informed they CANCELLED it last night. They said they called, but obviously I didn’t get the news. They were very apologetic. I was gracious but felt quite peevish within.

So I went to Starbucks for a cup of coffee and wrote awhile before squishing my way back to my car. And then, because I worked over five hours on Saturday and had comp time, I drove home instead of back to the office in Milpitas, where I read and napped with the cats for company.

They predict two more weeks of rain.