This morning I continued my rather impressive streak of miscalculating the rain.  Yep, it’s gonna be a damp day in the ol’ cubicle.  As usual, I made the fateful decision to ride the scooter in while surveying the sky from the front yard, and deciding that it was going to be clear for at least another hour.  This bold prediction came to me despite the inescapable fact that I was getting wet from, well, the falling rain.  Hey, it looked clearer to the north though.  And, as always, it took but a few blocks to discover that it was neither clear or getting any clearer.  At this point, faced with either turning around and catching the bus or riding on, I threw out my standard-issue “bad idea #3,” being “Eh, how wet could I possible get in 7 miles?”  Dripping wet?  Soaked to the skin?  Somewhere along those lines.  I’m pretty sure the rain settled in directly over my head and followed me all the way, like Charlie Brown on a scooter.  Matter of fact I might just go shop around for one of those Charlie Brown sweaters and wear it whenever it looks cloudy out.