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I feel like a character in a play; the weather clearly has it in for me. I got to California on a Wednesday in November, and promptly ended the unseasonably warm spell; I'm leaving California tomorrow morning, when it will finally stop raining. Seriously: two weeks of seventy-five degree weather in November, and I show up and it's suddenly thunderstorms and hail. I think of this at this particular moment because I was going to go out and buy cheese, but it's pouring rain. Natch.

Oh well. At least it's not snowing in Philadelphia.