As long as I live in California, I refuse to become a weather-wimp.
On my walk late this afternoon from my office building to my parking garage, I noticed all of the people bundled up. I mean they were wearing stocking caps, scarves, gloves, the works. They had their hands shoved into their pockets and shoulders hunched for warmth. It was a gray and blustery day. It really looked like winter. I guess it was chilly, but was it really cold?
I pulled the car out of the garage and looked at the thermometer on the dash. It read 55 degrees. Surely, as soon as the car was out in the open, the gauge would drop. It didn't. It really was 55. How can people think it's so cold when it isn't? Californians are funny.
My greatest fear is that too much time in California will make me a weather wimp like them. I refuse to succumb!