Brrrrrr!

Now that we're through with daylight savings time, it's no longer pitch black when we get up at 7:00. The week before the switch, the sun was rising at 8:45, which is just wrong. Now, of course, it's 7:45, still wrong, but at least there are the beginnings of a glimmer of day in the sky when we rise.

It is cold, though. Yesterday it was 30 when we got up, with frost on the grass. We now have to start the car five minutes before we leave to go to the gym to get it to a bearable temperature and melt the hard crust of ice off the windshield. Luckily, the Lexus has heated seats, because the leather gets very cold overnight.

Okay, we're weather wimps. And I can't say we'd rather be back in the 90 degree, 90% humidity of Hanoi, either. But I do get a bit nostalgic for the 60-70 degree winters of Southern California, a nostalgia that I'm sure will grow stronger as the days here grow shorter and sharper. Every year, we have a few days in California when it gets this cold. Here, of course, the worst is yet to come. Our shorts and flip-flops are packed away until at least March, no January heat wave for us.

P.