Please, Rain, Go Away

I hate that my mood is directly correlated with the weather.

I also hate that I walk in some bizarre way that causes rain water to accumulate on my legs below my knees, and especially in my pant cuffs. This morning I conducted a study in which I stared at the legs of other people, and deduced that this phenomenon seems not to plague others. I think maybe 1 in 10 people I looked at had wet cuffs.

And as much as I hate the prominence of scaffolding in NYC, I love it above all else on days like this.