A lazy Sunday in a rainy-day town

It has been raining off and on for most of the day, under a general din of gray. Weather like this casts a pall over everything, somehow quieting everything down and making go somewhat slower. It felt that time, rather than keeping its incessant pace, decided to lay itself down on a comfortable bed and watch a bit of TV, saying "y'all can go on without me for the afternoon. cheers."
That's my assumption, and it kinda held true for Hopewell...but not so much Princeton. The place was bloody packed; the misting rain must have drawn people in. It took me forever to find parking.
I've never done this before, but I managed to make it to the Small World coffee place twice in one day. I guess that's what having a good book in hand makes me do. I have to balance a compulsion to read with my inability to sit in one place for more than two hours, so I went there in the late morning after a quick jaunt to the witherspoon bakery, and I got myself overly caffeinated, which is never really a good idea. The rest of the afternoon, I drove around town, doing the odd errand here and there. I returned later in the evening after I ate an early dinner, and read some more.
The bummer about a book is that it eventually ends. I have a shelf of books ready, but none of them look all that appealing. If anyone has some suggestions.
On another note: at the intersection of Washington rd and Rte. 1, there's a sign that says "yield to pedestrians." I've never seen anyone even contemplate trying to walk across that intersection. Not even squirrels are dumb enough to try and cross Rte. 1
On another, another note: I was going to head into work for a few hours today, but the distraction potential of "dad had to go to the emergency room" is unmatched, really. When I think of emergency, I think of brain aneurysms and arms falling off, and various other horrors. Thankfully, the situation isn't as bad as the worst-case scenarios I immediately conjure, with most of the long-term health nightmares ruled out. While he'll still have to go into surgery tomorrow to get the problem dealt with, my parents do live in a country with one of the highest standards of living in the world (make all the cheese and watch jokes you want about Switzerland, we keep all your money safe), so that means they have great doctors and hospitals.