I'd hoped to go up to Los Lunas today to see Guardians of the Galaxy, since four people so far have asked me if I'd seen it yet, and in such cases there's really not much to do but give in to pop cultural peer pressure and see the thing. Plus, it looks like great fun. But after peering closely at the sky and at the Weather Channel website, it's looking like I'd have a good chance of being caught in a downpour on my way home. And not only can that crap be super stressful to drive in -- "when it rains, it pours" could be an official motto of New Mexico, and I've been caught in storms where visibility was practically nil -- I'm also not at all sure about the current state of my windshield wipers. (Possible alternate motto for New Mexico: The Land Where Your Windshield Wipers Deteriorate Rapidly in the Sun Until They Are Useless Just When You Desperately Need Them.) So I think maybe I'm gonna do it this weekend, instead.
Bah. Stupid monsoon season. Now I've got no excuse not to do the vacuuming this afternoon.