It’s getting cold. Should be in the 30s tonight. I’m freezing. What a baby I’ve turned into. In Minnesota it’s supposed to dip to single digits. Then drop even colder. It’s amazing what a few years in the desert, then a few months in tropical temperatures can do to your body. Anything below 65 starts to feel cold. And the 30s? Forgettabout it.
I had to scrounge around for my jacket tonight. I found it. Dog hair, gum wrappers in the pockets and that wonderful musty smell. Ah, how I love winter. Even if it’s only fall in the tropics.
Now, where’s my Mannheim Steamroller CD? Christmas is right around the corner.