California Dreamin’
It was a chilly 4 degrees fahrenheit when I woke this morning. It had dropped to 2 by the time I got up, ten minutes later. In the words of Penfold, “Cor, chief! I think my nipples just froze to the blanket . . . ” Or Ye Flippin’ Gods!- it’s COLD! Thankfully I didn’t calculate in the wind-chill factor, or I might have been somewhat bothered by it being below 0. I’m a coastal California boy, after all — this cold stuff seems a bit extreme. Or, as I should say, living up to the stereotype: Dude. It’s cold.
Fortunately, it seems that it is too cold to snow, and the winds are doing a great job clearing the latest snowfall from the roads, so it is actually easier to get around today than it was yesterday. I think I want to go to the beach. Little tough to do here though, what with the state of Washington being in the way. Oh if only we could have a nice big quake and drop that bit off into the ocean, giving me a little ocean-front property.
