Seasons.
I heard Maryland was having a heat wave. I've forgotten what if feels like to be hot- or cold for that matter. I see a reporter trying to fry an egg on the sidewalk and I feel envy. Hear that? I envy your rolling black outs and asthmatic fits.
June. Cloudy. 60.
March. Sunny. 80.
It is literally the same here as it was in January. A warm week here, a cloudy week there, a drizzly morning, a foggy afternoon, a GLORIOUS sunny California day. No measurable difference between January and July with the exception that it's about 5 degrees warmer now. It's been 65-75 degrees with varying amounts of cloud cover... for-ever.
Dog Beach. May (Gray). Marine Layer. 65.
Dog Beach. January. Sunny. 70.
I quote the local news: "San Diegans pondering over the unusually low summer temperatures. With temperatures in the 60's, it even rained today."
.... uh, drizzle is newsworthy? I guess it is in SD!
Whenever something horrible happens in San Diego people always reference the "Sun Tax". I first thought that the crazy liberals in Cali had put a tax on vitamin D. I now understand it to mean that though it sucks to live here (no jobs, bums on every corner, legalized pot, earthquakes, gov't bankruptcy) it is also awesome to live here (surfing, beach, sea otters, sunsets, cliffs!, tan skin, ample vitamin D).
I guess I'm just paying the sun tax guys. No seasons.
Love, Kaley
PS
In case you were wondering there was a 5.7 EARTHQUAKE yesterday which shook my house. By the time I got it together enough to run outside it was over. No biggie. Did you hear that? No biggie? Am I a bicoastal big shot or what?
1 comment:
You are so tan.
Marty
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