Can I just tell you that the Bay Area deosn't fuck around when it comes to the changing of seasons. A few days ago it was warm. Not full out hot like New Orleans, but warm. Then it cooled down to what I would call fall, for maybe three days. Fall was nice, I was enjoying it, but then this morning I woke up and it's winter.
Now I know some locals might call me crazy, but temperatures in the upper 50's say winter to me. If I can wear a sweater, it's winter. If I get the itch to knit, it's winter. If I automatically order a latte instead of an iced latte, it's winter.
Thanks to this onslaught of winter weather Lily has to wear some of her wide array of sweaters and t-shirts. And she is thriller. T-H-R-I-L-L-E-D. She hates nothing more than wearing clothes, but she actually isn't being as stubborn about it as usual. I think even Lily agrees that it's cold and is ready to properly dress for the season.
Here she is representing the 504:
And even when Lily's got clothing on, she still feels the need to burrow herself into a blanket to nap.
It also rained today. It hasn't rained since the first two days we got out here in April. That's almost six months without seeing water falling from the sky. I forgot how much I love rain and cloudy days. I forgot how nice it is to have a grey sky filled with clouds above you. How nice rain feels on your face when it's been dry for so long. How rain makes me feel like I'm in New Orleans. How rain washes your car for you. Oh, rain stay for a while please.