Today is January 19. Let me repeat that: I live in the Northern Hemisphere, and it’s the middle of January.
This is where I spent my morning:
It was 75 degrees Fahrenheit out. The sky was blue, the sun was warm, and a seal frolicked in the surf and dove spectacularly across the breakers a few times.
It’s January 19.
Yes, you can all hate me now.
And the best part of this? I can drive a few hours in the other direction and get amazing skiing.
(Of course, then I was stuck in traffic for an hour and a half driving home, which was kind of miserable as the temperature had gone up to 80F by then, and I found myself going through one of my East Coastian spurts of frustration with Southern California for failing to have a proper winter. But the beach? The beach was fantastic.)