We had been hoping for rain over the high plains. Who needs grass fires? But we're as attention span-limited as the next institute. So when we awoke to what was to have been a promising day and saw the color-crammed radar over the southern plains, we remembered that old saw about being careful about what you wish for, or something to that effect. We had been hoping for a reason to head to southwestern Oklahoma but had to concede that the incoming wave would likely not reach down that far south as it turned the sharp corner to the north. The poky convection killed the rest of the state so we were forced north to the triple point in northwest Kansas, with the rest of the hordes. That didn't work either. We're glad it rained out there. Really. Rain good. But why this day?