Junuary? Not This Year, Jack

We’ve spent the last two Junes bitching about the weather, so we are using this gloomy Friday to rave about all the blue sky and warm temperatures we’ve had so far.

Seriously, Greek god of weather, get over here so we may perform many high fives.

There's something about waking up to sunshine and spending the nights watching the sky slowly turn pink well after 9 that puts a skip in our step. Plus there is the added bonus of our sworn enemy, Seattle weather defenders, meeting their match.

Yeah, this weekend could be hit or miss, but we have been so pleased about our late spring and early summer (sorry druid fans, real summer starts Memorial Day Weekend), that we don’t care if our Solstice Parade brunch gets rained on.

Of course the lack of rain isn’t helping out with the West’s water crisis, but every time we turn on the tap the water comes out strong, so it’s not like this is a real problem.

All hail Cliff Mass!