On tap...

Something will be tapped, if I can force myself out into the rain and north wind.
Which I did, running against the driving stinging rain that felt more like little bits of ice hitting the left side of my face; cheekbones ached, left eye clamped tightly shut, right eye barely open and weeping. All the way down to the Nautilus gym, where gravity was stacked against me. Then back up the hill to home, with no rain for a bit and a tail wind. The local patisserie looked cozy and welcoming, but I don't need the extra calories.
Feeling energized and plucky, I got my mother out for about a block's worth of airing; she said o her right knee hurt. Put it on the list for the visit to the doctor tomorrow. Headed out for the grocery store in a horrible windy downpour, and now the legs of my jeans are damp. However, I feel somewhat exercised, and a little less gloomy.
Spaghetti for dinner, with the indulgence of genuine Italian pasta from Abruzzo.