Blue skies.
Sunshine.
Temperatures in the 80's.
Only one layer of clothing needed.
If
forecasts are to be believed (and the naive me thinks that maybe they
are, you know, just this once), it would seem that summer is finally
here. It's only a week or so early. Or this could be the fake-out for
every one's July 4th picnic plans... Psyche!

You'd
think with my Norse/Celt/English blood I'd be more at home in the
typical Pacific Northwest cool and wet. Nope. To quote Yoda: Depressing
it is.*
Well,
how far south did the Vikings go a-raiding? Maybe I'm the genetic
throwback of a pillage and plunder of some quest into the Arabian
desert...
My wife thinks that it's all because she set up an awning on our back deck. Now that we're ready for the rain, it won't rain.
So I'll be riding in shorts and short sleeves.
And if it rains, I'll know SOMEone washed their car. I'll hunt them down...
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