Half-Nekked Thursday...tron

Happy HNT, 3rd Edition, my precious little ducklings.

Precious, precious little ducklings...

Today is one of those rainy-pants days in The City of Lakes: overcast, raining on and off, gray. You leave for class and as you walk on the street the rain goes drip-drop-drip onto the top of your head. When you finally reach the campus the rain stops, but there's trees everywhere so residual drops on the leaves go drop-drippity-smack onto your forehead as you make your way to class.

Then you sit incredulous for 50 minutes.

As you walk back to the apartment from class you sploosh sploosh through pudgles in the street and narrowly avoid being splished by passing and turning vehicles.

Also, the moods of all the pretty girls are soured, so even less than usual return your friendly visual acknowledgements. And the bottom of your pants get wet, because it's a rainy-pants day.

Then you get home and watch TV and try not to be in the same sour mood as those pretty girls.
Happy HNT!