By Amy Derjue·	 9/26/2008, 3:52 p.m.
Today, I am blogging the way God and Al Gore intended—in my pajamas, from the comfort of my own home.
When I heard the weather forecast yesterday, I decided that slogging into the city on a rainy Friday was less fun than trying to hammer out a bailout package, or riding a train driven by a child. So I've spent most of the day on my couch, catching up on daytime TV while keeping you suckers who went into work entertained until you have to put on the scuba gear for your commute home.
But the news isn't all good here in Somerville.
As you may have heard, it's raining. A lot. So much so that my ceiling has started leaking. Naturally, the leak is positioned directly above my couch, so I had to make a move to a less damp location. I put a pot under the leak, and now it's like an aural version of Chinese water torture. Plink. Plink. Plink.
I'm also disappointed in the storm's timing because I was scheduled to attend my first-ever live Sox-Yankees game tonight. Back in December when my friend and I got the tickets, we were ecstatic.
Not so much. It's hard to work up the enthusiasm for a good booing when the Yankees have already been eliminated from playoff contention. The news that we'd get to watch Johnny Pesky's number be retired was a small comfort, but then this epic rainstorm happened. The Red Sox haven't officially cancelled the game yet, but judging by the amount of water coming through my ceiling, it's only a matter of time.
Guess I'll have to keep myself entertained by dumping the pot out every few hours until the rain stops on Sunday morning.