Monday

I'm sitting on the couch with the salty breeze blowing through the curtains, hijacking the neighbor's wifi.
I knew the day would be good.
I woke up at 9am to the sun.
I don't care how sunny it eventually gets on any given day; the California skies always looks like they're lamenting some sad fact-of-the-matter until about one in the afternoon. Twelve-thirty on a good day.
It's been bright and warm ever since, allowing for a park-side picnic (more preferable than beach-side.. sandwiches are much better without the sand. Just the wiches).

Time to throw on a floppy hat, over-priced swimsuit, and head down to bury my toes in the sand.

{Until we meet again..}