I got up early, for a Saturday, and was ready to tackle the yard.
I had planned to get this early start to beat both the inevitable rain and the heat that I knew was on tap (90+ today with unbearable humidity). I succeeded ... sort of.
I'd planned to do a tool review today but for a variety of reasons this didn't happen. So, I was focused on mowing. I started shortly after 10. The front yard went quick and easy but I was soaked clear-through before I'd finished. It was 88 degrees. OUCH!
I debated skipping the back but soldiered on instead. There were blue skies all around, so I felt totally comfortable in continuing on. But, just as I was on the last part of yard, a grey/black sky appeared overhead. Uh-oh.
I stepped up my pace, managed to swipe a few wayward branches from the neighbor's tree, wash the lawnmower, load all the waste into the car, condense multiple bags of alumninum cans (for recycling) when the first raindrops fell. It was a short shower and the sun emerged again.
About 90 minutes later, the sky turned again. And, as I sit here, thunder shakes the house.
I'm showered and cool and I'm no longer thirsty or hungry. There's a Yorkie against my hip and a cat sleeping on a cushion on the other side of me. The mother is napping on the sofa.
Life is good.