After 44 days and 44 nights...

... it's raining.

And in case you're wondering, no, I'm not hardcore enough to ride a bike to the library through the rain. Bus it is.

Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. (Langston Hughes)

And lo, it was not only rain, it was a deluge, developing while I sat in the library. Walking through it would have been much more pleasant if sumbitch hadn't nicked my best umbrella. The fact that I never paid for said umbrella - I found it one day abandoned in the Uni cafeteria - only slightly lessens the pain of its disappearance.
Being wet through gives me reason enough to draw myself a hot bath, followed by a nice dinner. In the end, it all evens out.