Not really a post, so much as a thought.

Today I had the most incredibly bad TUESDAYISH day ever. I mean, it was but for a few exceptions unspeakably bad.

What follows is one of those few exceptions.

I was walking home in the rain, all but completely soaked, still a block from my house, when this guy got out of his car or something and crossed the street.

"You want an umbrella?" he said, extending a black folded specimen.

"Nah, I'm good," I answered. Smiling.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

He walked back to his car. I walked home.

Yeah, but I got first clarinet.