Holy fucking shit, that was a lot of rain.

It was so much rain that Matt’s kitchen ceiling was leaking this morning. After doing what I could to help Matt, he made me leave for work. Three other people were riding down in the elevator with me, and when we got to the vestibule just past the lobby, we all saw the deluge pouring down, the second coming of the Flood.

For a few moments we all just stood there, stunned.

Then I shrugged my shoulders, opened my umbrella and stepped outside. The umbrella did nothing; within a few seconds, my pants were drenched. It was so bad that instead of walking along Maiden Lane to the PATH station, I went to the closest subway station and used a Metrocard swipe so I could walk along the underground route.

The ride back to my apartment (I needed to go home, shower and change my clothes) is supposed to take seven minutes, but instead it took about 30 minutes, because one of the routes was flooded and the train needed to take a detour. I thought about going directly to my office, but I hadn’t showered or brushed my teeth and I had a meeting today and I’d gotten less than four hours of sleep last night — Matt’s phone had rung at 4 a.m., and I hadn’t been able to fall asleep after that until around 6:30.

After I got home, pulled off my sopping wet clothes, had breakfast and took a shower, I nearly had a temper tantrum because I couldn’t find a wearable pair of pants. I managed to find a pair of off-white slacks that I probably shouldn’t be wearing after Labor Day, but it’s better than nothing.

All in all it was a crappy morning, but I’m sure I’ll feel better once I have a nap.