Disregard My Whining, Along with the Meteorologists

After all that drama, disregard the lot of it. The ground was still
dry at 10 AM, so I hopped on the subway, rode my bike 2.13 miles to
Houston Street, jumped on a D train at the Broadway-Lafayette Station,
switched from the D to the N train at 36th Street in Brooklyn, got off
at 59th Street and rode my bike another 1.89 miles, giving me 4.02 on
the day and the ground is STILL dry! So, there's day 67, and I have
egg on my face. Sorry for all the drama!

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