I have this tradition when I get home from work. And by tradition, I mean this crazy unexplainable thing that I do every day for no apparent reason. When I pull into my parking spot at home, I sit in my car for an uncertain amount of time, look in my backseat at the bags of things I have to carry, and dread the three flights of stairs I'm about to climb to my apartment.

Every day.

5 minutes. 10 minutes.

Sometimes 15.

I finally set my record for 50 minutes this one particular day. It was a sunny day, unusually warm for the season. I pulled into my spot, thought about the load I was about to carry, the work I was going to have to do once I made it up the stairs, the dog I would have to take right back down the stairs to do her business... It was looking pretty grim.

For 50 minutes I came up with at least 7 different plans to avoid the "suffering". As the 50th minute rolled around, the bottom fell out of the sky, and the rain began to pour. Now I was going to have to carry everything in the rain, take the dog out in the rain,  and then, have the nerve to be mad at God about the rain.

Which begs the question... WHY DID I WAIT FOR THE RAIN???