It is gloomy and rainy and WINDY here in e-town this morning. Perfect for snuggling a little deeper under the covers, but the opposite of perfect for doing anything that involves leaving the apartment. Unfortunately, I gots to. Gotta bring home the bacon, y’all.
The wind howls in a very creepy manner when it blows against my windows. Like horror-movie creepy. It sounds just like this:
Seriously, just like that. Aren’t you creeped out? (what would I have done before youtube??)
And it looks a lot like this outside:
Only that’s Florida from about 4 years ago and not Evanston, Illinois. But I ain’t going outside and besides, that’s totally what it looks like only here it’s rainier. And windier. and also creepier.
SO to brighten my morning I made this
I am sitting here daydreaming about living in warmer climates. Like, San Diego. Recently I heard that nobody even has a heater or an air conditioner in their homes in San Diego because, why would they? it’s always perfect.
Is this true?
Is that kind of perfection also a little creepy? I just don’t know anymore. That might be the kind of creepy weather I could deal with.
Where else should I daydream about living? Any suggestions?
