Waiting Out the Storm

Today I'm blipping earlier than usual; my evening will be taken up doing a sleep test, wired up to various machinery in an uncomfortable room that is simultaneously too hot and too cold. It is a test for sleep apnea. No lay person has the remotest idea how sleep can be measured in an environment that is completely hostile to getting any rest. Did I mention that I was not looking forward to this experience?

So that's how I came to be out in the front yard between morning raindrops. I was initially struck by the vibrant color of this maple bark, but as I puttered around at the base of the tree I saw the real treasure: a very soaking wet damselfly clinging to the trunk. I've always wondered where bugs go in the rain, but this answer doesn't strike me as very pleasant.