One adjective almost never used around here in any sentence involving the words weather and timing is “excellent.” But Torso Boy and I got up at quarter to four this morning to go out and pee. It was overcast and not at all cold; we did our business, he got his biscuit and we both had no sooner gotten back under the blankets when rain started hitting the metal roof. In another minute a lot of rain was hitting the roof.
So no matter what else goes wrong today, at least that happened. Laddie’s legs are too short for the indoor plumbing to ever be of much use to him.