Recently, I had dinner with a friend who was wearing a light down jacket, while I was sporting a light cardigan. Clearly, the down jacket was the more sensible choice for the day, but I got it wrong. In fact, I consistently get it wrong. I head off to work in a parka, only to find that my colleagues are all wearing t-shirts and capri pants. I show up in open-toed shoes and no coat, and everyone else is wearing boots and carrying an umbrella.
It seems that they are all members of some secret weather society that I have not been invited to. Now, you may think that following the weather reports more closely would remedy my problem, but even then... The bottom line here is that I just may be a big weather doofus.
It is my sincerest hope that, eventually, summer will arrive and we can all blissfully bake in the horrifically-hot California sun. Weather so consistent that songs have been written about it. Uncomfortable, sure, but comforting in its sameness.