at market basket this morning i overhead a conversation by the egg rack. three people were trying to figure out a mystery. "what is that?" one of them asked. "i think it's rotten eggs," the other replied, looking at the small, speckled eggs. "it's quall eggs," a third added. "what's quall eggs?" quall eggs. i'm not judging, just observing. i think they meant "quail" though. then when i was getting ready to pay, a couple ahead of me in line got their credit card denied on a $100+ purchase. so they decided to call the credit card company right then and there to resolve the issue, while completely holding up the line (okay, try not to be too considerate when you're at the discount super market). i smiled, put my 11 items back in my basket, and went to the 12 items or less aisle. a vietnamese couple behind me who bailed out of the line a few minutes earlier gave me a weird look. i didn't understand what they were saying but i did pick up, "nihon" which probably meant they thought i was japanese.
i went running this afternoon knowing full well that there would be a serious rainstorm coming. by the time i reached the charles river the sky had darkened so much it seemed like it was already night time. a red-tailed hawk was swooping overhead, trying to find a dry place to dodge the oncoming storm. i felt drops and when i started running the sky began pouring. running in the rain is liberating. being able to get completely soaking wet and not worrying about it is really fun. however, that fun gets quickly diminished when the temperature drops to around 50 degrees. my t-shirt was so soaked that it clung to my body. so much rain was running into my eyes i could hardly see. all the while i was freezing and out of breath and panting heavily as i tried to make it around the river. on the riverbank i saw a black-crowned night-heron sitting out the rain. when i finally finished my loop, it was cold enough that i could see my breath. i wrung out a corner of my soaked t-shirt to wipe my face with a damp edge. walking-running back home, the warm roads were steaming from the cold rain like fog. it would've been beautiful were i not approaching hypothermia. i knew if i started shivering it'd be game over (luckily that didn't happen). my arms were numb and i was clenching my fists so hard that there were nail marks in my palms.
i took off my t-shirt before i came into the house so i wouldn't drip everywhere (i wrung it dry outside). i couldn't gauge the water temperature so i showered with cold-lukewarm water for fear of accidently scalding myself. it didn't matter anyway, since even cold water felt warm to my freezing body. after i got cleaned up i threw my wet clothes in the wash and relaxed. warm, safe, sigh.
with no work for the rest of the day (i'd finished what little had earlier before i went out), i watched television from bed and soon fell asleep. i woke up at 8pm but stayed in bed until 9pm, watching some more television before i was motivated enough to get up and make some dinner. i had some spicy ham tortilla wraps. i watched an alexander hamilton documentary on PBS before switching over to hustle on AMC.