Air Pressure

It’s gorgeous outside, just over 80 degrees. That’s Southern California normal for mid-March.

Ugh.

Oh, I can stand all the pleasantness, what gets me is the pressure.

Not the sinus-constricting air pressure. That was yesterday, when it was over 90 degrees. I mean the social/psychological/cultural, whatever you want to call it, the pressure to Make the Most of Such A Beeyootiful Day.

See previous, re: ugh.

It’s also the Ides of March. So along with the chirpy golden sunshine, there is an ideological residue of death, betrayal and really long Shakespearean soliloquies.

Cool. I mean warm. I mean, oh never mind.

For some reason, I’m craving Caesar salad.