but i miss the cold.

it has been too damn hot here lately. too hot to do anything – take a walk, complain.. i’d go far as to say that it’s too hot to think. certainly too hot to type.

this is the first time since i’ve lived in california that i remember wanting to be cold. to bundle up with a cup of something hot and snuggle in not too far from an icy window pane. to walk outside and feel cold on my nose, to see my breath. granted, i wasn’t a fan of the snow – hence my decision to move to sunny southern california. but truly i don’t mind seeing it, and i don’t mind being in it as long as i don’t have to shovel my car out of it daily. vail was a bit of overkill for me. delicate snow is nice. blizzarding over vail pass and having the roads impassible is not.

but i do wish it were cold here. rain would be nice too. anything but this 88 degree in late October crap that is happening. even my desert-dwelling reptile isn’t happy. he knows he’s supposed to be brumating and can’t figure out why his house feels like July.

on a completely different note, i bought a turkey today, complete with stuffing, rice and gravy, and all those other yummy things that used to be on my mom’s southern-cookin’ thanksgiving table. i figured turkey would feed me for a while, and it sounded like a fun project (i learned how to cook one not too many years ago, so having it turn out well is still a bit of a novelty for me.) i just have to wait to start until later tonight or tomorrow morning so my house won’t evaporate.

in the meanwhile, i have to get this laptop off of my lap. i’m already uncomfortable in jeans and having a heat-emitting electronic device on my lap is just not making me happy. i feel like filling up my tub with champagne, aloe and icecubes, though it would be easier and more cost effective to pull my shades, turn on both fans, and pretend i was in a vegas hotel room.