June Gloom has morphed into June Schizophrenia. It's supposed to be summertime -- sunny, dazzling Southern California summertime, the kind of golden season immortalized in beach movies and beloved by the makers of sunscreen. Instead, we have an abbreviated version of winter. Don't believe me? Yesterday it was in the low 60s with misty rain for most of the day.
I'm not sure but I think this weird weather is making folks a little bit squirrelly. Just take a look at this person wearing winter gear, kicking up heels among the roses like some kind of misplaced dancing ninja. Is it July yet?
The ONS Artist this year.
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