Deluge and Dieties

There are moments when the PIE- peace person in commuter cyclist mode, challenges the gods and the gods win. Yesterday, pedaling to the YMCA for an appointment, the sky was dark. Not that dark I thought. Entering Riverside Park, the sky was ebony; the winds were howling. I can make it I thought. I didn't. Correction, I did make it. I walked into the Yates foyer with rainwater streaming off every part of my body. Wrapping myself in two warm towels, I climbed the steps to the ladies' locker room, stripped off the sodden garments, wrung them out over a sink and used a hairdryer to dry them as much as I could before my appointment in the dungeon. Dear Matt, the dungeon warden, let me borrow his own shirt for the workout. Life is good.