End of the Storm

For the last several days or weeks or whatever it has been raining here in good ole Lawrence. It has felt like forever. In a bout of forced optimism, I told myself "at least my truck is getting washed." Today, the forcasters are saying that we should have sunshine for the next couple of days. Yay!
This morning I stepped out the door, breathed the fresh air of the ridiculously early morning, rejoiced in the new day, and noticed a large streak of mulberry-tinged bird poo smeared down the door handle of my truck. Not only is my truck no longer clean, but I have to consider touching bird poo. Pessimism it is.