The most direct walking route from work home leads me through some quiet (amazingly so for their proximity both to Arlington Boulevard and Columbia Pike), pleasant neighborhoods. The problem is that these neighborhoods, for whatever reason, have almost no street lamps. On a rainy evening like tonight, due to the combination of the return to standard time, the steadily diminishing days and the aforementioned lack of adequate lighting, is that one can’t see where the sidewalk drainage is insufficient.
And hell must hold a very special place for the drivers along the major lighted routes which I cross and follow for parts of the walk; one driver tonight actually changed lanes in order to hit the standing water along the sidewalk near me, sending up a torrent I had to fend off with a deft sweep of my umbrella, and immediately changed back after passing me.
So I’m here at home, clammy and wet, with a very good pair of shoes and the bottom foot of a favorite pair of pants soaked through and muddy, wishing for my Prius to arrive soon, very soon please.