Happy last
day of November, everyone.
As you
probably know, I live in Los Angeles . My home is in the area known as the Hollywood
Hills.
I grew up
in the east and was therefore acclimated to cold weather, and even snow though
I never really learned to drive in it.
I've also been in L.A.
during genuine cold spells years ago, when there were actually a few snow
flurries.
Now,
though, things tend to be more moderate.
This week, the lows are actually getting down into the 40s at night, but
the highs are in the 60s and 70s. And I
can't tell you how many people are complaining about how cold it is, even in
the late morning and early afternoon!
It's all relative, I suppose.
Me? Well, I can get a little chilly, especially
at bedtime. I do put on socks often this
time of year, since if my feet are warm the rest of me tends to be warm enough,
too. And I do put on a sweater sometimes
when walking our Mystie just before sundown.
But during the day, while watching a lot of people with jackets and
hoodies and sweaters, I'll generally wear something with long sleeves and feel
fine.
I can
understand what those of you reading this who actually live in cold climates
must be thinking. But no, I'm probably
not going to come visit you for a reminder of what cold is really like.
For now,
I'm sitting in my office writing. My
fingers are a little cold despite the furnace being on. Our thermostat says it's about 69
degrees. Our house is well insulated so
it tends to hold onto the chill or heat inside without drawing in what it's
really like inside, at least not at first.
I think I can write just as well in winter as in other times of the
year--so I'd better get back to it now!
I'm still working on my first K-9 Ranch Harlequin Romantic Suspense
book... but its deadline is approaching.
Stay
comfortable--and enjoy your first week in December!
3 comments:
So funny to read your blog just after posting mine with all my whining about being without heat.
Many years ago Ellen and I went to the Big Island of Hawaii in January from Minnesota. Ahh, lovely warm, and I was glad to go to church one Sunday in a flimsy top and skirt - and surprised to see everyone else there in heavy sweaters and jackets. The pastor called on visitors to tell where they came from, and when I said Minnesota, the entire congregation went, "Ahhhhhh," and "I see." LOL
I suppose that feeling cold is a relative thing, no matter what the temperature. But I do admit we've been running the furnace some since my husband gets chilly a lot. I just roll up my sleeves to cool off.
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