My path for the evening just forked. Shall I take the road less traveled and stay home to mow my lawn, or take the usual Thursday night route to the Back Door for happy hour with the Unstable Table?
I suppose if the rain holds off by the time I get home from work, I should push the wretched mower around my yard for 45 minutes. But if the sky opens up and sheds some tears, then you know where I’ll be taking shelter.
Somebody bring me some (fermented) water.