Last night when I got home, I noticed one of my downspouts was clogged and water was flowing over the top and into my flowerbed. I tried ignoring it but the thought of my gutter breaking off wouldn't leave my head. Finally, I put down The Egg Said Nothing and went out into the rain.
The yard was spongy but I placed the ladder anyway. I cautiously climbed up on the roof and was amazed at the amount of sludge that had accumulated in the gutter since late October. I removed a fistful of decomposing leaves from the downspout and the water rushed out in a torrent. I started for the ladder but then, since I was already wet, went about cleaning out the other gutters.
I've come to the conclusion that the gutter guards I'm using are flimsy pieces of crap that couldn't guard a pile of cat shit against an unsuspecting shoe. I guess I'll add gutter guards to my list of projects for tomorrow, right next to sitting around, getting a haircut, and reading.