I ran downtown today to have lunch with some friends and was surprised by another Destroy wheat paste poster in an alley I’ve never been down in Pioneer Square.

I love the humor and irony of having an outdoor thermostat. We’re perpetually trying to adjust things that are out of our control, thinking that if we just do this one thing or that thing, we’ll have “the perfect warm, sunny Seattle day” … or whatever fits that metaphor for you. In the end, more often than not, the dial is controlled by forces outside of our own and we can either fight the futile fight, or grab a jacket and enjoy the partly sunny, perpetual chance of rain type days.

I vote for the latter.