For some reason I had convinced myself yesterday that the weather today was going to be delightfully sunny, maybe a tiny bit cool, so when it was time to head over to Hampden for a much-needed haircut. I pulled the bike out and felt the rain, but what are you going to do, get in a car to go less/fewer than two miles? So off I went, getting all wet as I pedaled slowly but surely up the hill in order to tell M. that as much as I think I should want “a lady sideburn,” I just don’t. Cut it all off so I can just stick a bike helmet on my head, ride around and sweat in it, and then tousle the thing and be ready for work. All newly-shorn, I walked over to the coffee shoppe for the most pretentious cup of coffee I can remember having and some work while waiting for the rain to stop. No such luck, and a few hours later, after a chat and a wander with V., it was time to shake the water out of the helmet and head home in the rain, defeated in my efforts to go for a longer ride. I snapped a picture of these positively fearless pigeons as they pecked around for soggy snacks. Nope, the rain didn’t bother them a bit. Looks like we’ve got a week full of stormy weather, and I might just leave the streets to them.