I woke up to the sound of the coffee maker brewing coffee. I like to set things up the night before so all I have to do is roll out of bed and pour. It’s taken me years to find the courage to program the coffee maker. It seemed like a daunting task. But once I got in there and took the time to figure it out it wasn’t all that bad. Now my mornings are perfect. It doesn’t take much.
It’s June Gloom here in Los Angeles, oddly enough, it happens every June where the marine layer takes hold and the mornings are cloudy. I like it. It’s nice and moody. Some people complain about it. I’m not sure why. It happens once a year. It’s fairly predictable, it’s not ugly, it’s just different. Angelinos are like that. If there’s any change in the weather, a few degrees here, a few degrees there, they start to whine. It's the Beverly Hills in them. If it rains, well, it’s the end of the world, and if it warms up, they’ll complain about that too. If the Santana winds come blowing in from the desert, some people will find a way to moan about it. It doesn’t make sense to complain about the weather in Los Angeles. It’s not humid, it’s dry, it’s not cold, it’s California cold. And when it’s warm, well hell, it’s the desert. It much easier to complain about the people, who complain about the weather. It’s June, and the gloom is where it's suppose to be.
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