When I left to walk to the library shortly after lunch, the sky was spitting rain. A quarter of the way there, I thought I was seeing a white tinge to the drops. I soldiered (shouldered?) on, head down.
I got very good news at the library. Not long ago I forgot a library book in a no-name motel somewhere. The desk, when we (meaning the Kind Guru) made inquiries, said they only had a bodice-ripper in the lost-and-found.
Anyway, since my lost book was a paperback, catalogued as a generic paperback, I can bring in another paperback, and they will take that in exchange for wiping my lending record clean.
Then, I walked out of the library…and the precip stopped within two-dozen steps. And half-way home, the sun tried to come out.*
I’m very lucky. Twice.
* Is this Michigan weather (as in “…wait five minutes”) visiting the Deep South?