More rain. Jesus. I like the way it waits until I’m done with work and getting ready for a ride before it starts coming down in torrents.

You may call this egomania, but I know for a fact that the Universe is out to get me. It’s taken my hair, vigor and girlish figure, shunted me into a dying profession and locked me into a political-science experiment gone horribly awry. And now, to add insult to injury, it’s pissing on me.

But KRCC-FM just played Parliament’s “Mothership Connection (Star Child),” so now I feel much better. “If you hear any noise, it’s just me and the boys, hittin’ it.”

Star Child willing, I’ll be hittin’ it tomorrow, when the weather is supposed to be mightily improved. I need miles. One more day stuck inside reading what passes for “news” in this benighted country of ours will have me trying to put a glide in my stride and a dip in my hip so’s I can hitch a ride on the Mothership.