expressly

I was feeling kind of literary as I sat on the downtown train, listening to the conductor theatrically announce the stops in a style that was mostly Boris Karloff but also a little Sam Waterston. This was a day when I could just start typing and be 90% assured that I would be relatively pleased with the result. Speaking of 90%, that is the percentage of the chance of rain today, according to the experts. What does that really mean? Everyone knows that if the chance of rain is 90%, then it will rain that day, without a doubt. It is raining right now, in fact, but I'm not at all bothered by it, since I've got some pretty cool new rubber shoes. I feel like a guy with a new four wheel drive, and I challenge Mother Nature to do her worst.

Regardless, the magic spell was broken at 96th St when I transferred on to the Express train. The term Express has never been used with less accuracy. Now, because of my ultra-long commute, you will not read anything more than a few paragraphs that amount to an excuse.

In addition, I will add that I'm in a bit of a professional transition that will make me not only quite busy, but also for stretches of time comptuter-disconnected, so my dispatches will be made with increasing infrequency.