All morning it was raining, and I mean more of the torrential monsoon-style "Damnit Noah where's that Ark?" buckets we've been getting, not the passive-aggressive drizzle Seattle usually gets.
When I got home, the sky was that funny "glue" or "flue" color they get back east, and Yellow Sky Demon was out, so Mrs. Drang decided to head on out and get some shopping done.
When I stepped out of the shower, it was back to "Holy crap, when did we move to the base of Niagara Falls?" again.