The Perils of Glasses

This morning I went out for a walk. It was a little chilly -- in the 50s -- but pleasant enough for a walk with a sweatshirt. About 15 minutes into my walk it started to sprinkle. I thought it wasn't too bad. But it got steadily harder. But the time I got home this is what my glasses looked like:

We wouldn't even talk about what my hair looked like....

No I did not take a picture of that.