Et tu Brute?

The fates conspire...after 2 hours of being under the electric needle with blue skies above *outside*; after a street side lunch under blue skies with puffy cumulus clouds drifting lazily overheard; after 3 more hours stuck *inside* at a technical seminar, the fates conspired. The sun shines brightly as I get on the road to head home for the day. "Ah, nice weather, 'should get a gooood skate in this afternoon." 5 minutes down the road, "Gee, look at all those clouds, where did *they* come from?" 5 further minutes down the road, "Nah, no rain clouds there, it should be fine for a while longer." 5 minutes later, as I'm driving through the downpour I had to admit that a skate was no longer an option this day. Will she survive the night?