It’s 64 degrees outside. Clouds pepper the sky, and the trees are swaying with a mild but consistent breeze. I’m wearing a light jacket, but it would be perfectly acceptable to shed it and enjoy the weather in just a t-shirt and jeans.

It’s really tempting to just cancel everything that’s left to do today. A hike to the Observatory would be just tops. Unfortunately my responsibility outweighs that temptation, and I’m stuck in the office. I’ll leave shortly, but only to get in my car to drive to another office. So for that brief, 10-minute drive, windows rolled down, perhaps a cigarette in my hand, listening to Bone Thugs, everything will be great.

This is my frustration with Los Angeles. In a week, or perhaps 2, we’ll be in the throes of summer weather. These perfect days will be gone for a solid 3 months, until September brings her delicious cold. Some might say, “Well dude, that’s summer. It’s hot during the summer for 3 months, no matter where you are.” Unfortunately our dear Los Angeles makes things much more complex than that.

The truth is, we have no guarantee that September will bring the delicious cold. Based on past experience in this city, I have zero clue what it will bring. It could be 90 degrees through October. And as gorgeous as today is, it comes after several weeks of weather that’s been a bit too hot, according to my taste anyway. I mean look, it’s been Spring for the past couple months. I shouldn’t have to lock myself in my car with the air conditioning blasting to escape the heat.

I suppose that given the state of the world, I should be grateful for these days. Wallow in them. Rest assured, despite the fact that I’m inside, I am. Right now it’s enough to get out for a break now and again.

I hope you’ve enjoyed the most dramatic small talk I’ve ever made.