Who expected anything else?
Ran to the post office today and got two little boxes to mail little things in. Ran home, packed said little things, used way too much tape shutting little things into little boxes, and ran back out to the post office.
About five feet from the garage door on my second trip to the post office, the first peal of thunder rolled through the development. By the time I was pulling out of the parking lot, it was pouring like the sky was Niagra Falls and my Prius was the barrel.
I was wearing my suede jacket. Umbrella not included. I doffed the jacket when I got to the post office. Spare the suede, spoil the T-shirt.
The things we do for art.