Look at the forecast. Look at the icon for my birthday: an unadorned round shining sun. I am gasping with disbelief (and scepticism, and hope, and joy, a wariness) and planning an outdoor day. Hmmn. Italian lunch, I think, with appropriate vino, then the park, and benevolent beaming at Puget Sound. (Plus, y’know, Other Stuff…)
So those weather people better not touch the dial.