I awoke this morning to dreary weather that insisted on remaining throughout the day. However, I decided to head out for a run about midday, determined not to be beaten by the rain, which had now subsided to a medium drizzle. Of course I should have known better. Had I have gone out when I woke up then yes I would have got soaked, but the streets would have at least been empty. Instead I got soaked (the medium drizzle choosing to escalate at the exact moment I had actually begun my run) and had to contend with streets packed with my personal bête noire: Japanese people with umbrellas. I almost lost an eye on no less than seven separate occasions, and at one particularly tight junction I was forced onto a busy road by a gaggle of gossiping ladies. I say ladies, but anyone displaying such a gross lack of umbrella etiquette is hardly deserving of the term.
This evening I went for dinner with my friend Rie at a Thai restaurant in Shibuya. The food was absolutely delicious, and more than made up for having to traverse the Saturday night traffic of Shibuya, which on a rainy evening is about as much fun as drowning in a sea of relative clauses and transitive verbs. And I have quite enough of that during the rest of the week.