“Sometimes you just have to walk outside to know if it’s raining.”
At some time and place, I found that statement to be of great importance. Profound even. I went through the effort of typing it into my phone where it rested between, “Work, a.k.a. the free headache clinic”—a thought I found humorous after a tough week at The Job—and “Exterior porch is polar bear. Interior is shaded hammock”—the respective shades of white paint I used … well, I’ll let you play detective on that one.
But back to the phrase of the moment. I distinctly remember thinking the thought after a blurry-eyed version of myself stood over my phone and poked and prodded the fake virtual weather button while the insipid wheel thing spun and spun. Technology is never as bright and shiny and perfect as they make it out to be on TV. Sometimes it wakes up groggy and cranky and in need of coffee, too. So I walked outside to see if it was raining. It was.