Headed for the beach this morning to catch the sunrise and--
...there it was, a wet and chilly wall of May Gray. I almost cheered.
No, it won't keep the crowds from the beaches today, and yes, it's burning off even as I type, but after the weird and awful and catastrophic and just plain frightening change to our annual weather pattern here in California, a bit of appropriately timed coastal fog feels like a reprieve.
In other news -- wet dogs.