growing up in san diego, the daily forecast didn't often deviate from "sunny and 75." so whenever it rained as a little girl, i'd pull on my wellies and raincoat, grab my umbrella, and dance around in the driveway beneath the raindrops. fast-forward two dozen years and though i may no longer dance in my driveway, ...
a change in plans
sometimes weekends are filled to the brim with plans. sometimes they aren't. and sometimes their scheduled activities fall somewhere in between. this past 48-hour work-freefest began as the former, ended up as the latter but was no less glorious as a result. and i suppose the culprits for most of the change in plans were none other ...