Monday, oh well

well, i didn't ride over the weekend, so i needed to hit the ground running. there was talk and forecast of a.m. rain, but i checked the radar @ 5.30 and so no real threat. i got ready and the like, but did pack the clothes into a bag in case of surface water from nighttime rains. i went perhaps .3 miles (okay, maybe .4 of a mile) and noticed two things- first that it was raining more than the radar stated. i could get to work, but i would be pretty damp. oh well. the second was that i had left some work papers at home. i could get through the day w/out them, but really needed them as grade reporting was/is coming up and it's always a sprint to tidy everything up. so i returned home, checked the watch, and realized that if i tried to ride to work, then it was going to be a sprint and also put me in a pinch to get ready for the start of the workday, which is on a clock. so i changed and drove. i would say that, in 8 or so years of occassional commuting, it was maybe the 3rd or 4th time i've dressed with cycling clothes only to change. mondays come mierda.