I know, I know . . . it won't last. As such, I'll get ahead of the blogging game and bank a post for sometime in August:
Today's weather makes me hate living in California. It's like being staked-out on the surface of the sun. The breeze would have made a nice rustling noise blowing through the trees, if only the trees hadn't spontaneously combusted a few weeks ago. I just want to be outside . . . in Seattle.