I had always postulated that being the weatherman in San Diego must be a living hell. Virtually all the year there’s nothing to talk about, except how nice it is.
We’re in the final stages of a San Diego-like period of weather here in Connecticut. It’s been sunny, warm and dry for 11 days at the moment, and there’s one more nice day to come.
You know what? It’s not bad. I didn’t have that “nothing to talk about” moment that I had feared.
Would it be this way if we went a few hundred days without bad weather? I don’t know, but I’m willing to participate in that experiment.