Oh yeah, this is what I'm complaining about.

It wasn't the best of days.  Was it the worst?


Let's take a look:

Beginning of my ride home (I know, it's impossible to tell morning from night because it's always dark.  That must be efficient in some way).

And arriving home soaked.

I guess wearing a garbage bag while riding a bike through pouring rain doesn't work as well as my Dutch friends said it would.  But at least I looked good.


The best news is that I met an old friend from Seattle for a drink before riding a bike home through freezing rain and wind gusts of 5,000 mph.  The unfortunate thing is that I didn't drink a bottle.  Katy, they do have wine here, but it is served in shot glasses.  If there is one thing that really chaps my hide besides incredible darkness, pelting rain, and high winds, it is the small wine glasses.  In truth, the rest of it would be acceptable if the Dutch wizened up and served their wine in the bucket.


Haven't mention that I lost a shoe on the ride home.  One second it was on my foot and the next second it wasn't.  This apparently happens when your shoes are soaking wet and stretched out. So I had to get off my bike and walk stocking footed through puddles to go and find it (I did consider saying "screw it" and carrying on without it.  But I'm far too responsible for that).


So it wasn't the best of days.  


I could lie to myself and say The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow!  But I'm afraid it might not come out for an extraordinarily long time.