The last time I can remember a biblical rainy spree like the one at hand was 1996. I think. I remember days upon days of massive sun showers...weeks upon weeks of flat out rain. I was a messenger. Everything I owned was soaked for good. I would get home and just get undressed in the shower - let the hot water soak into my skin through the cold wet clothes so I could get them off. I am glad to living through this rainy advent of spring without that experience.

This time around, while I still on bike...it is with my son in tow...delivering him to school and back...and where ever else. I am thankful for his imagination...we are a frog family...so we don't mind getting wet...