Optimism

OK, so my phone said it was "cloudy," and about 50 degrees. I talked myself out of not going for a run, and about 15 minutes into it, the clouds burst into a torrential downpour, which continued for the entire duration of my run (5 miles). I guess I can't really blame the phone. The phone did not make it rain, I presume, and I did not ask it what the weather was going to be like 15 minutes from now. Still, I think it bears some responsibility. I'll own up to not specifically asking what the weather's going to be like in the future, but I know that the phone is capable anticipating things like this. After all, there seems to be no limit to its ability to push advertising products at me. Why not weather information?

I was soaked to the bone when I got home (figuratively only; the rain does not actually penetrate to the bone, at least not while one is alive, and I thought, "well, wet bones are probably better than dry bones.") I'm such an optimist. A wet-boned optimist.