Katherine and the early, rainy, egg yolk morning

It's been a hell of a morning. 

Around 7:15 this morning I was lured out of slumber by a series of increasingly frantic knocks and doorbell rings. As is customary in my house the door went ignored. But the knocking continued, and the ding-dongs continued, and my sleeping did not continue. I heart the clunking of footsteps coming down from the third floor to the second the first and voices at the now open door. I heard footsteps coming back upstairs and stopping just outside my bedroom door. I heard a soft 

"...Katherine?"
 "WHAAT?!"
"They're gonna tow your car"
"WHYYYYYYYYYYYY???????"

And there I go, clumsily feeling around for some sort of clothing article to cover my crumpled pajamas, eyes squinting from a shattered morning of sleep. I stumble outside, looking for the evil being who disturbed our early morning peace, and was staring at the nicest guy in South Philly - our neighbor who gently explained that they were starting construction on the corner and he was worried that they might tow my car. {Of course they only put signage indicating no street parking late last night]. I sighed and thanked him, fumbled for my Volvo's keys and prayed my brain was alert enough to parallel park. Which it was, and on the left side at that. 

Walking back I saw the neighbor again standing by a vaguely familiar car. "Do you know who this car belongs to? I could find everyone else, but I'd hate to see this one towed". I recognized it. And I knew I had the power to move it.

Grumble grumble.

So two parking voyages and exemplary displays of parking later I gather my energy to hurl myself back into bed, with the lullaby of jackhammers and construction vehicles violating my bedroom ambiance. 

Good morning. 

Oh no! Going to be late for work! Shower shower shower. Brush my hair (good job new conditioner). Play tetris with the numerous bikes hanging on the wall. Open the door...

HELLO POURING RAIN!

I can do it. I don't mind being soaking wet. I'm an independent young commuter who can balance on two wheels...in a skirt...drenched...getting caught in my gears...weighing me down...I get two blocks and I admit defeat. Toss my bike back on the wall and slide in my shoes down the block to my relocated car. 

I regretfully make it to the garage across from the Adrienne where I know I'll be cursing myself once it comes time to travel back south. Still absolutely weighed down with H2O and scented like a wet dog I walk in to the lobby with a look that must have only read: I will engage with you when I'm good and ready but right now I am not fit for human interaction. I peel off my coat, revealing a shirt with an almost deliberate looking pattern of puddles. 

Fearing the worst, I inspect my bag, assuring myself that both my laptop and cell phone have not been drowned at sea. At the bottom of my bag I see...OH DEAR GOD...my hard-boiled eggs I was so very proud of myself to remember nothing short of smashed and embedded in every single content of my pack. Awesome. Wet dog, eggs, and despair. Bring on the public!

And the day finally begins.