I kick you, weather forecasters!

Monday: forecast says 20-30% chance of showers in the afternoon; I play it safe and take the bus to and from work, to the tune of $4.00; it stays dry and sunny.

Tuesday: forecast says 20-30% chance of showers in the afternoon; I play it safe and take the bus to and from work, to the tune of $4.00; it stays dry and sunny (albeit wretchedly hot/humid).

Wednesday: forecast says 20-30% chance of showers in the afternoon; I figure Fool me three times, shame on me and ride my bike to work, leaving my umbrella at home; at 4:30 (i.e., quitting time) the heavens open and we get close to an inch of rain.

Bah.

ETA: Also, my next-door neighbors' tree got blown over and smashed their back porch. Good god, y'all.

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In extremely minor and inconsequential news of annoyingness -- tonight, while eating an innocuous sandwich, a big honkin' chunk of my lower right molar came off, leaving a jaggedy rough-edged crater of goddamn it I have to go see a dentist DAMN DAMN DAMN.

Or, encroaching age sucks. Yeah.