Another sunny day here in Chicagoland. Say what you want about San Diego, this place is sunny all the damn time! At least it seems that way to me. Moving from the lee coast of Lake Michigan to the windward side some years ago came as a bit of a shock.
Less cloud cover, less precipitation, that “sickly orange barf-glow” (thank you Lisa Simpson) in the night sky obscuring the stars. Well my nice green lawn is going brown. The wild riot of color from the flowerbeds has turned to a drab, drooping, bleh!
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