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So I may (or may not) have mentioned that Lisa and I are going to the Kentucky Art Car weekend. We're leaving tomorrow, and my work schedule among other factors has made it hard to get to my normal trip preparations.

In particular decoration repair. The decorations get a little ragged from all the weather and highway driving, so before every trip I give the car a once-over and do whatever repairs are needed.

I like to do this about a week before the trip, but for the past week my car's been in the shop most of the time. (Getting the catalytic converter, flex line and clutch replaced.) The days it wasn't at the shop, it was raining. I don't have a garage and I can't work on the decorations when the car is wet.

I got the car back yesterday, and the weather was fine, but last night was Georg's birthday so I was kind of busy. Today, finally, was time to work on the car. I arranged to go to Stoneline in the morning so I'd be free all afternoon. Ran a few errands, the bank, groceries, etc., got home about 3:15.

Two blocks from my house, a torrential downpour started. ARGH! Fifteen minutes later it was over and the sun was shining, but my car is soaked. It takes hours for that carpet to dry, and I can't do any gluing while it's wet.

But you know what? I'm not going to get upset about it. Call it an experiment in stress reduction. Self, repeat after me: It. Doesn't. Matter. If the sun stays out, the car may be dry enough to work on it tonight. And if not, so what? I always carry my art car supplies in my trunk. I can do the repair work at the Thursday night event.

Otherwise my day is going fine. I'm done with work, I'm partway packed already, I have all the supplies for our picnic dinner, I don't even have to think about the major headache (the cams) because Lisa is handling the whole thing, and I got a hefty and totally unexpected bonus from Stoneline this morning. Life is good. Wet, but good.