a thursday from the gods...I guess

Morning:
I'm getting at least one way today courtesy of the gods as it was supposed to pour this morning but it is barely even drizzling. I read about Syd Barrett this morning and it's probably the least interesting facet of Pink Floyd for me. The essay(s) are good but I just don't care enough about the man. Funny how different my view of that guy is from when I was a teenager.
I'm listening to the opening tracks off Wake Up by John Legend & Roots, which I really like and it is upbeat (though the messages are tough). I won't claim to know any of the songs (which are almost entirely covers) except one, "Compared to What" which is an old jazz tune from the 60s or 70s that I knew of thanks to "Casino." Though I like the original better, the new version is very catchy, too. As I approached the Piers I thought I wouldn't need my mask and just as I was about to remove it, a bus which had been held up let out a nice puff of black smoke. I removed the mask much later. I worked out my legs last nite but didn't do any squats and I think that's why I am not really sore.

Evening:
I had the foresight to bring the bike in to the building and while I regret not leaving it there over night and just riding it back tomorrow when the rain clears, at least the damn thing is getting home. I do not enjoy riding in the rain.
At 5 p.m. it was barely drizzling and 29 minutes later it was raining. It probably got worse over the course of the trip but I was careful and still made the train. I can't really recall the last time I was in rain on the return trip (the last one that stands out was the day in September where I had to take the E home), but it still is unpleasant.

Thank you for reading.