Ain't no young boys up in here.

I'm in the kitchen, making pasta for lunch, because Men's Health says I should eat carbs after a workout and Real Age says I need more lycopene from tomatoes in my life, and I'm deciding if I will make my pasta al dente or not, because honestly, I maybe prefer it mushy and slightly overdone, even if that is Wrong^TM, but than again I also like my pasta with a sauce made up of herbs reconstituted in red wine, olive oil, plus canned sauce and generic garlic powder, and shakey cheese, so why stop my renegade taste preference combinations now? Ok, I will try al dente, I tell myself. Right in that moment, a slap against the kitchen windows, like being sprayed by a bucket of warning. It is raining, suddenly, sporadically, and I think, wow, I had perfect timing in getting home. I was dragging my feet after sleeping in, but I went to workout anyway, and got home right before it started. Then I kept thinking, what is not perfect timing? Because if it had started raining while walking from the train stop to the house, I would say, wow, perfect timing, I'm almost home. If it had started while walking to the train from the gym, I would say, wow, perfect timing, I'm almost to the train. Even if I had walked out of the Y and it was raining already, I would probably say, wow, perfect timing, if it had started raining before I left the house, I might have never gone to work out. When you add these things up, there isn't perfect timing, its really the majority of options most likely to happen. Which leads me to think that maybe, after all, I really am an optimist.