Déjà Vu

As I sat in my local Mexican restaurant yesterday sipping a margarita and enjoying a quesadilla on a warm and sunny afternoon in March--in the middle of a beautiful, sunny week in March--I got a weird feeling of déjà vu. When I reached for my camera I knew it wasn't just that nervous system phenomenon. I had really been here, I thought.

So I pulled out my iPad and went through my blog archive and saw that, indeed, two years ago--almost to the very day, during another unseasonably warm-for-March week--I was sitting in the same seat, eating and drinking the same things, reveling in the promise of spring, enjoying the longer afternoons, and dreaming of San Diego.

Only this time Jose called me señora. Last time I was señorita. Darn President Effect.

Waaaahhhhh.