It's been like heaven, it was so bloody beautiful these last three days.
And it was so blimey hot - yesterday, I forgot I was in northern California for all the profuse sweating of my face and constant wiping. It felt like I was home. In SoCal. But I wasn't. I was in San Francisco - and it was Bloody Beautiful - you'll have to take my word for it.
It felt good, like my annual fundraising event was destined to be a success. How could it be anything but with this gorgeous weather, and people anxious to get out and explore the city and its happenings.
So why couldn't it continue?!
Because even the weather is out to make me crazy, cause me heartache and headache - and stress me out. It went from 98 degrees beautiful, to 60 and ugly, cold, windy and ridiculous in less than a day -- windy, like wicked witch of the west windy. This isn't even funny or amusing.
I need the nice weather back for the next 4 days for crying out loud.
I'm tired now. I'm working on this event, and I'm tired. Out all day, errands, negotiating, settling, taking care, placating -- all in the name of raising funds for our organization - through this event.
But I have a minimum word count to make tonight. Wednesday almost gone, and I've no words to impress with, no musings to tell about, no thing exciting enough to wonder on. But I'm not inclined to give up and go to bed just yet. I know this is the lazy man's way, the path a less resistance - pictures - since they're worth a thousand words and all like that. Actually, it's quite brilliant!
So, some pictures to show how beautiful it was on Sunday. Enjoy, these 'words' from me to you!
All three thousand of them.
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