Forty-three degrees (6c) and wet feels a
lot colder after
a week of 65 degree (18c) sunshine. Last night and today I've had the heat turned up much higher than usual, I've been wearing more clothing than usual, and I've still been cold.
For the corollary, I was wearing sneakers, jeans, and a t-shirt all week in San Diego while natives were in boots and jackets, since 65 and sunny felt like summer to me, after weeks of 40s and 50s up here. And, next week, when my still-nicknameless imaginary girlfriend returns from two weeks visiting relatives in eastern Canadialand, she'll probably break out the flipflops and belly shirts, reveling in the Bay Area 50s after trudging through two weeks of snow and sub zeros in the frozen north.
Still, knowing that doesn't enable mind over matter, and I was cold all day Friday, wearing boots, jeans, 2 shirts, and a long leather jacket to run errands I'd usually have taken on in sneakers, cargo pants, t-shirt, and sporty long sleeved top. Oddly, Jinxie seems to be affected by my discomfort, since she's been sleeping in front of the heat vent for the first time ever, and took to burrowing under the comforter last night. And she spent the last week at Malaya's condo in the East Bay, which it's usually a few degrees colder than it is up here in the North Bay.
I wanted to go for a long mountain bike ride Friday, to burn off some of the pecan pie, chocolate chip oatmeal cookies, dessert wine, and assorted high-calorie entrees I shoveled down while visiting the parents over Xmas, but um... no. Hell no. I walked outside, looked at my breath pluming, eyed the lowering gray skies, and concluded that I didn't own enough layers to go pedaling into that abyss. Tomorrow, perhaps; warmer temperatures and drier days are forecast over the weekend.
Labels: vacation, weather
