And, seriously, that is the entire story about California weather. However, I am fascinated by those here in Southern California who think there really is weather and dress as if their delusions were reality rooted. Here's what I mean. Over the weekend the weather here in LaLaLand dropped to perhaps sixty degrees and it -- unbelievably -- rained. Yes! Wet stuff fell from the sky. It's a given when that happens drivers will lose all ability to operate their vehicles in anything resembling a sane manner. We get that. We expect that. What we don't expect -- even though at this point it should be expected -- is for people to dress on those sixty degree days as though they had just been beamed to one pole or the other -- North or South -- and dressed for that weather. Hoods. Mittens. Muk Luks. Fleece Lined Things Covering The Faces. Hip Boots. I even saw a woman bent forward as though trudging home through fierce winds except that there was nothing blowing. I knew her gait wasn't a physical need because when she reached the security of a traffic signal -- desperately hanging on -- she stood up straight.
On the east coast when people dress like its cold, it really is cold. Here in Southern California when people dress like its cold, it isn't. It may, however, be night. Or possibly day.
And that's the way it is here in LaLaLand.