Every morning I wake up and check the weather. And every day I see pretty much the same thing: 70-something degrees and sunny. It’s been like this all January except for last week, which was 80-something degrees and sunny. And as far as precipitation goes – well that’s a constant 0%
Do I feel like an old lady, checking the weather? Yes. Do I still keep doing it in the hopes of seeing something exciting and new? Yes.
I love Southern California, but a little a rain, a little thunder, a little shish-boom-bah would be great every now and again. 12 months of sunny gets exhausting. How I can always be happy and energetic? I need some rain so I can get out of exercising, eat crappy food, and stay in bed reading until the storms abate. I need a snow day. I need a hurricane to wash away the dirt of the city and make it all shiny and new. I need some lightening and thunder to remember what god sounds like. I need air that smells like cold, wet Christmas trees.
Tuesday, January 21st: 81 degrees, sunny, 0% precipitation