Cold, Wet and Miserable

It started raining around noon today. It was big enough news to make the office smalltalk circuit yesterday, overtaking the Christmas tiger mauling incident at the zoo. I visit a lot of offices, so I can't help but follow the circuit.

Anyway, the storm didn't live up to the hype, but it did rain and it was cold. I can't say I was miserable for more than five minutes the whole day though. I've been in worse. Tomorrow is supposed to nastier.

Here I am taking my shortcut (the overpass at 18th and Potrero) to 501 Connecticut this afternoon following a drop at SF General Hospital, which I incidentally think was Jim Henson's inspiration for the 1986 film, Labyrinth.

When it rains I throw my radio and cell phone in my pouch and pocket, respectively, leaving my holsters empty. No, I'm not winking. My eye is just burning from the acid rain. Isn't that fucked up?

On my lunch break I stopped by the Goodwill "As-Is" Store, basically a warehouse for the stuff that didn't make the cut for their regular stores, on 11th and Market.

Here is a box full of wet books. Hardcovers are $1.50, everything else is one buck.