We really did ask for this.
Rain. And more rain.
Because there had been fires in the summer previously, we asked for rain.
And winds that could knock you down while walking while holding your coffee while trying to tighten the knot under your parka.
And foggy windshield.
And slush down the Cajon Pass.
And of course, slow traffic.
And a two minute-late Metrolink train.
And me arriving ten seconds later – running.