Number of hours by which I misjudged my departure from work (so far): 3 and counting.
Number of thunderstorms that have rolled through while I sit all alone on the 5th Floor of work: 3, and counting.
at least there is some symmetry in the universe.
edited to add: this is what one looks like after leaving work at 4:45 and returning home to dash through the rain and climb into bed before ones brain catches up from the job and starts to ruminate on all the camping packing that must occur before 12:30 PM the next day.
