All I can say is, thank heavens for handknit wool socks and handknit alpaca caps. The chance of precipitation for Monday afternoon went from 40% on Saturday to 50% on Sunday to 90% on Monday at noon. There I was, standing in the middle of the parking lot for three hours, supervising the counting of cases of Girl Scout cookies, and dodging rain drops. My papers were soaked, but thanks to the miracle of alpaca and wool, my head and my feet were completely warm. And a special thanks to Sylvia, who actually knit the socks that were on my feet.