So much for my theory that living near the beach would somehow prevent me from sweltering once the weather started to get warm.
It’s been unseasonably warm for May (or maybe just regular warm for May and I’m not used to it), and although I was always under the impression that it was cool at the beach, right now it’s not.
I suppose it’s cool compared to other areas of the city that are in valleys, though.
On the bright side, it’s so warm that it’s faster for me to dry clothes on the line outside than in the dryer.
Lucky for me the heat wave held off until I stopped working.
So today, it’s close to 90 degrees and I’m cowering inside my apartment, when I should be outside doing something fabulous, or at least interesting.