I was just lying in bed, dozing, when I heard the gentle patter of rain. I peered out, and yes, it was in fact raining -- not much, not long -- just enough to wet down the grass and make it impossible to mow.
Except: I had just mowed it this morning. The mower even kept its charge for about an hour, which meant I got about 90% of the lawn done -- back, front, one side, and a third of the other side.
I was so pleased, I popped out and used up the rest of a package of bacon to made myself a bacon on rye sandwich for lunch. And it was good.
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