February 26, 2007
Whew. Cats and dogs.
Californians are a funny bunch. We utterly rely on our winter rainfall. In fact, when you tally up the days and hours and inches, we don't have all that much rain to put up with.
However, give us two or three days of it in a row and you would think that we are about to drown.
Yes, I understand that we have about the most perfect weather on Earth (although I could certainly be sold on tropical highlands as having that distinction - Cuernavaca comes to mind). And the reservoirs are low for the season. And we need the snowpack. Blah blah blah.
I want summer. Call me ingrate.
Ingrate.
Fortunately Daylight Savings Time begins in just under two weeks, and that is a good thing in my book (once I get over the fact that it makes noon not really noon, which is a bit of communism, but it is a bit of communism I can live with for that extra hour of light at the end of the day).
Ah, summer. I can almost smell it.
Posted by erik at February 26, 2007 2:21 PMThe worst thing about living in CA was the dearth of sunshine. There you could go a week and only have maybe two hours of blue skies. Feh. And nearly always so ridiculously hot. Like Mom said, you can always put on more clothes, but there's only so many you can take off. And don't get me started on the constant mugginess.
We agree, though, on the desirability of having some daylight at the end of the workday.
Posted by: Gregg the obscure at February 26, 2007 3:51 PM