I did get out for a neighborhood stroll-adventure, and about half-way along, I walked into spitty, light rain that came and went. Fine, I thought, I can deal.
Then it got just a bit more rain-like, and I sent a text…raising my rescue crew. Nice. I wrote, not bad enough yet, but thanks for standing by. I kept going. The rain level returned to almost nothing…then spitty again.
With a minimum of ten minutes to go (tyranny of the Fitbit), I thought, yippee! I can make it, and I did, scooting in the door just before the rain commenced. It must have been a victory lap (anthropomorphizing here), as a minute later it went back to spitting.