I almost feel like a brat writing this.
I mean, if you’re…anywhere other than Southern California, I’m sorry. You can stop reading now.
But not a day goes by when I don’t simultaneously take our weather for granted and feel grateful for it.
Like this week, for instance. It was drizzly and cloudy and crummy for a couple days last week (it rained, like, 1/20th of an inch on Earth Day), but this week it’s been in the high 70s and clear and just perfect. (I think I’ll blame that for my challenges with productivity all week. It was just too nice to stay inside.) I used to say that since people back East and in the Midwest get snow days, we should get beach days — days when the weather is too obscenely perfect to be cooped up inside.
People not from California tend to get really mad when I say stuff like that. I can’t understand why…
Anyway, my point is that last week, I was able to actually enjoy the crummy weather because it’s, well, a novelty. And this week, the memory of the clouds and drizzle was clear enough for me to look up and smile whenever I went outside. Last night, I had to run out for an errand around…oh, 7:30 or so? When I turn east and saw a clear view down the road, I could see the last, faintest hints of the sunset. I went out in a tank top and felt perfectly comfortable. That is my favorite. I love nights that just mellow out the heat of the day.
So…really, I’m just a spoiled brat when it comes to the weather and I’m sorry but at least I do whatever I can to take advantage of it?