My jeans, boots, and socks were soaked by the time I'd walked a block or two. I kept going, hoping there'd still be a farmer's market when I got to Copley Square. It was 4 o'clock and nearly dark when I arrived in time to see the last sellers loading their trucks to leave early. Only two organic produce stands were still toughing it out. No bread. So I slogged to Trader Joe's with my trusty leather boots squishing from all the water inside. I have rain boots but, of course, the rain had let up until just after I left the house so I didn't bother to put them on. Then it returned to a downpour.
When I got home, I was sodden. After I changed into dry clothes I was amused to see what I'd bought besides rolls for dinner:
Cheese (for mac and cheese), chocolate, pastry, and roses. Indulgences that soothe me in bad times. They will help me recover from the election and provide a little comfort over the next four (it had better not be eight) years.
My boots were still drying three days later. A week later, I can report that the mac and cheese was excellent, a few of the roses are still barely alive, and we still have some chocolate and some babka leftover, but not for long.