Lovely, always lovely.
We get complacent about the expectation of perfect weather, the possibility that weather will have any sort of impact on on the plans we make is remote. Off the radar.
So happily, blissfully oblivious, we plan.
After all, our baby is turning fifteen, and we've been talking about a family trip to Knott's Berry Farm for years. This is the perfect time to go! We'll drive up on Friday night and spend all day Saturday in the park. Done.
Where in the midst of our big, blue, sunny sky is there room for an ominous and foreboding change?
Really, San Diego?
(pssst: don't tell the weather gods, but we're gonna play hooky on Monday)