I'm on the West Coast for the week, attending client meetings and brand immersions. And missing Mr. KK and Vito.
But, the bright side, is that in-between meetings (which are inconveniently planned for Monday and Thursday, making it necessary that I stay for the WHOLE week), I'm visiting with Mr. KK's family, whom we don't see very often. Oh, and I'm saving a shit load of money on hotel expenses while I'm at it. (You're welcome, Agency X).
Oh, did I mention I was sick? Yep. Clogged ears. Tunnel hearing. Mucus. (yes, I went there.)
And I get up at 3:30am because my internal clock is on 'east coast' time. Which, to my body, is really 6:30am. So technically, I'm sleeping in.
Yesterday, though, I got a sweet little taste of home while riding the BART (the Bay Area's version of the subway. Except it's clean. And easy to navigate. And the enunciate each stop. And clean.). I hopped on to heard to Mr. KK's family house, which was 6 stops away.
There's a saying that goes something like this, "If you don't like the weather in New England, wait a minute."
I rode that rain for 20 minutes and witnessed the following weather:
When I got on: overcast, but bright
Stop 1: cloudy
Stop 2: clouds and wind
Stop 3: pouring rain
Stop 4: overcast
Stop 5: misting
Stop 6: bright and almost sunny
And the best part is, everyone who knows I'm here is asking, "how's sunny california??"
It seems California is confused and having an identity issue.