foreshadowing.

i don't know how else to explain it. that i saw the weather on a network affiliate last nite.

i never watch the weather.

but there it was, punctuating my channel surfing. some smiley, kinda wacky weatherdude yakking away about a five-day forecast. i saw about 100 seconds of him. he was telling me that it's gonna be warm on sunday. specifically, if you've got a jacket on in the morning, it'll be gone by afternoon.

click. onto something else. (endless summer II.) and off to sleep.

the earth turns. the sun appears. and, what do you know. it's the usual sunday morning rush. abbreviated shower. quick bite. tick-tock. tick-tock. battling time, i stand in my closet, contemplating my church attire.

curious. i think of that weather guy. "NO JACKET," he said.

i grab a suit, in spite of his confident weather forecast. easy. no-brainer. efficient. i mean, aside from the careful consideration one must give the dress sock selection -- allowing for subtle nuances or the occasional holiday motif -- there's no time wasted trying to match a snappy ensemble. bada-bing. i'm dressed.

coffee in the travel mug. kids loaded in the car. one last thing to grab upstairs. and as i pivot to sprint up the stairs, my momentum is interuppted by a violent tug on my left side.

ccchhhhh-rrrrrrrrriiiiiiippppppppppp.

that's the sound of my jacket's left pocket caught on the corner of our stairwell. jacket status: ruined. mind you, this is the same jacket that the weather oracle told me i wouldn't need.

bummer.

gotta go. i've got some important decisions to make this week -- and the weather is coming on.