It is bitterly cold is what is supposed to be warm and happy California. I went to bed last night between sheets of ice, and realize I need to get the heating pad out from where-ever I hid it. It was so cold last night, my skin was burning. Horrible. But the mountains are beautifully covered with snow, and although it’s at a distance, it’s still visible. Gorgeous. But also the reason for this biting cold. I really don’t like the cold.
And tonight, we were coming out of Wal-Mart, and there was this dude (with sunglasses!) standing there with a donation box for some abused children’s charity. I felt an attack of guilt coming on, and was about to reach into my handbag for a few bucks, when he saved me the bother with a really smart-donkey comment: “Halloween is over. Halloween is over. Did you hear me, Halloween is over?” Like dude, yeah, I heard you. I did you a favor by ignoring you. What do you want, an award for knowing the date? I couldn’t be bothered to respond to him, and I’ll donate my money some better way.