Don’t Rain on My Parade!
I saw the five-day weather forecast earlier today, and I am not a happy camper. I begin moving to my new apartment on Friday, and we’re supposed to have rain this weekend. Rain! I can see it now—water pouring down from the sky, soaking the movers and my boxes of stuff, my furniture, and my computer equipment! I can see it now—everyone running to move the stuff from the apartment to the truck, or from the truck to the aparment,…