magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

It's been tough getting out of bed for pretty much all of the last handful of mornings, not just yesterday's hungover one. In part it's a "summer break" thing, but mostly it's because it's been raining every morning. When I wake up and it's raining, all I want to do is lie in bed and listen to the rain. And then the next thing I know it's an hour and a half later. This morning was no different, though when I did get up it had turned sunny. And at least five degrees warmer than the forecasted high for the day. More rain was coming, I could see the colourful blobs off to out west on the weather map, but I did want to get outside for at least a bit.

Ten minutes later the clouds had rolled back in. Another five, as I was headed to the coffee shop, it started sprinkling. And while sitting there drinking my decaf Americano, eating my pumpernickel bagel, and reading Joyce Cary's Herself Surprised, it began pouring. And kept pouring. And kept pouring.

I headed out and to studio when it had lightened up a little bit.