Today when I went to Ick, it was raining (rather hard) and was very windy (I’d like to talk to whoever decided to build Ick on a river bluff) and was extremely cold. As I trek to the main building from my car (it’s a very long way), I’m wearing this pink raincoat with a hood and I’m thinking, “I look like a 5 foot three pink duck.” Then, I argue with myself, “Who cares what I look like? It’s pouring down rain and no one cares if I look like a pink duck!” Other side of my brain, “I do! I’ll just keep my head down and then no one will see my face.” But by the time I’m halfway to the building I’ve forgotten all about such things and am just trying to keep my hands from resembling icicles. So now you all know that I argue with myself sometimes and that when I use the hood on my raincoat I look like a pink duck.
:-)
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