it would appear the all-night storm will be the all-day storm and i will be pounded on my bicycle into a puddle with spoke wheels. wishing there was another me to go out there, but what would that serve, wouldn't another me suffer as well as me? maybe me being here so cozy with a pair of pussycats would create an equipoise or homeostasis or symmetry parity or counterbalance (something) with the rain-soaked wind-beaten tilting-wheel me.
but there is only me. and i don't think i'll make it to the library.