I thought I was being clever and walked the thirty minute stroll over to the cafe this morning to get my daily word count back up to a respectable level. About 80% of the way here the first spits were coming down and by the time I pulled the front door open and ducked inside it was darn near pouring out. Now I’ve got the prospect of a stroll back home, but a slightly wetter one than I set out and planned for. Uh, life, huh?