A Gentleman

I woke at 5:30 this morning, to the sound of Lut closing the windows in the bedroom. Outside, it was gray, cold, and pouring down rain -- a stark change from the too-warm weather on Friday, or the pleasant afternoon we spent at Antioch Park on Saturday. After a pleasant half-hour in Lut's arms, I finally crawled out of bed and got ready for work, with a sense of dread and foreboding. Another grind through the monthly reports, this time with some new ones, this week. It shouldn't be so bad. Intellectually, I know it's not that big a deal, but emotionally, I hate this I-don't-know-exactly-what-I'm-doing feeling.

I spent too long reading comics and my friends list, and left the apartment a couple of minutes later than I usually do. I didn't even give Lut my usual good-bye hug. No wonder I'm irritable today. I always make a point of hugging Lut before I leave the apartment, even if he's asleep and doesn't notice. Almost always, anyway -- since I didn't today. Pout.

I put on my trenchcoat before leaving, and reminded myself a half-dozen times that I wanted to bring my umbrella. Naturally, I forgot it.
( Sigh. )