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It's the first proper rainy day of the season! it's been bucketing all day, and driving around the town is to invoke seventeen sorts of chaos. I took wolverine_nun and family to the airport this evening, which we agreed in retrospect was asking for trouble, the afternoon before a long weekend. I left campus at 3.45, collected them from Kenilworth, drove out to the airport, dropped them off and drove back home, arriving at 6.45. Fortunately the first real rain of the season and all the swishy noises and reflecty lights and things it brings, make me happy enough that I simply zen out, accept the traffic as inevitable, and get on with the close investigation of the inside of my skull.

I'm not sure what it is with rain: surely the mere fact of everything slowing down should not reduce a usually more or less workable traffic flow to the snarled-up horror it's been all afternoon? Not only do people slow down, but they drive like idiots, and there are definitely more of them. I think the first touch of rain makes them multiply. Just add water.

The combination of lots of driving and my usual Thursday afternoon Pitifully Small Tut of Vampiric Student Doom, means that I am very, very tired. I made a not particularly spirited attempt to go to stv's photographic exhibition, but arriving at the venue in lower Woodstock in the dark and rain with no parking, my courage failed me and I returned cravenly home. Sorry, stv. I did try.

Just because, a broken-hearted Ursula Vernon hamster. For the inordinate cute. And Flurb. For the weird.

Bunny Threat Level: aargh.