Nonstop...

Seriously, it rained nonstop yesterday.

Why do I care?

Because yesterday was the one day when instead of sitting in my  house curled up in bed with a laptop and a puppy, I had to run a series of errands, all of which involved being outdoors.



The thing is, I tried to strategically time each departure from the house to coincide with a lighter period of rain. I'd sit there at the window observing the splash-streak patterns, and the second I'd notice a slight break in the action, I'd grab my coat, sneakers, umbrella, and purse, and bust out of the house as quickly as possible - and each time that happened, the rain, in turn, decided to barrel down upon me in extra-rapid, out-of-nowhere force.

By the end of the day, I had gotten rained on fourteen separate times. My hair looked like something out of a horror film, and my hands were chapped and wrinkly from the cumulative beating they had taken.

I don't expect any sympathy for simply getting wet. Rain happens to everyone...but I think heavy rain specifically waits for me.