… and I mean hot. Like born-on-the-sun hot. We’re having a bit of a cold snap out here in NorCal, and lemme tell ya, for NorCal, it’s cold.
Yea, yea … all my East Coast friends can stop snickering and chuckling. I know it’s not cold to you, but then again, I don’t call you mockingly in the middle of January and tell you how glad I am that I’m not commuting in two feet of accumulated slushy, dirty snow, or ask which order the insurance companies will be letting folks out in advance of the blizzard (Hartford, CT, I’m talking to you).
So, yea, I’ve acclimated. 11 years does that to a person.
But, I’ll tell ya – it’s 48 outside my office right now. 48. It was below freezing last night. Yes, below.
I’m on my 3rd (?) cup of hot coffee today, which followed the two pots of near boiling green tea that I swilled to get motivate to even come into the office.
And, of course, there’s the fact that I gave my old thinsulated long coat to the One Warm Coat project last winter, on account of having never needed it in the 10 years I’d been out here. That’ll teach me to get rid of something, eh?
