Well, it has happened. I’m officially a Californian Wimp now. I just went across the street to get a soda at the little store there (which I call the “Food Museum”, but that’s another entry), and on my way back home I was struck at how incredibly freezing cold it was outside.
When I got back inside, I reveled in the comfy warmth, and looked at the temperature outside. I was certain it was absolutely freezing cold.
It was 42 degrees outside.
I’ve been used to dealing with zero degrees in mid-January in Minnesota. Heck, -20. Why not? Apparently it takes about five years for that tough outer layer of cold resistance to wear off completely once it’s no longer being used.