There was rain in the forecast for most of the morning on Tuesday, and I was looking forward to a hike in the woods as it fell. Sadly, Ma Nature didn’t get the memo, and the rain didn’t start until a couple of hours after I finished. To quote my late father, “Well, I’ll be a son-of-a-bitch.”
Well, just because it didn’t rain, doesn’t mean I wasn’t soaked… with sweat! Eesh!! Seems just like last week, I was still hiking with gloves on, and now I finish soaked and smelling like a rotting onion, lost in the dark nether regions of its corner kitchen cabinet home (not that something like that has ever happened in our house).
