Brr. That was fast. 50 degrees right now and not getting much warmer than 60. After highs of 90 last week, mind you. Sigh. Flood season, here we come. *lugs out the sweaters, boots and heater*
Dude, we’re having a flash thunderstorm. No, no, you don’t understand. It’s July in SoCal. This is. Weird. And to think, for the past two hours, I was totally convinced that the rumbling was just coming from Disneyland and Knott’s Berry Farm doing their fireworks shows. *blink, stares out the window in confusion*
Okay, whomever thought it was a good idea to turn up the thermostat in Southern California today? I veto that act. Set it back to something approaching comfortable, will you? Because going into the mid-90’s is a bit extravagant for spring, don’t you think? Especially with this energy crisis? I do. Turn. Off. The. Sun! It’s ruining my nap. That is all.