The sky is dark and ugly like a bruise. It's 45 degrees out with 25 mph winds blowing rain against the windows. Wind chill in the low 30s.

Today's the day I help teach creative writing to E-Grrrl's class.

I need to step outside into face-lashing, bone-chilling, howling wind and rain and walk half a mile to the main street, wait for the bus in the cold, then hop off and walk to the school with my head bent into the wind.

Do. Not. Want. To. Go.

At. All.

But I won't let E-Grrrl or her classmates down.

Sigh.

Batten down the hatches. Resign myself to getting wet anyway.