It's so beautiful outside. Bright, sunny. It hasn't gotten super hot yet, but it will soon. By one or two in the afternoon, the heat will come in waves, but in the morning it's still cool enough that a walk would be quite pleasant. I love living in California, and the pleasant Mediterranean climate that keeps temperature extremes far, far away. I guess it keeps me ignorant of Nature's fury, living here. In a book I'm listening to, a character's feet have to be amputated after he was naked in wintry Chicago for less than half an hour. It was fifteen below zero. I can't imagine that kind of cold. I think 55 degrees is cold. Would that amount of time really be enough for frostbite to kill your feet completely?
I'm not up to much today. Going to work at the Clubhouse later, where I'll drink tea and try to get caught up on my book blog. On the way, I'll pick up a new audio book at AllEars Audiobooks in Saratoga. Maybe some Shakespeare? I'd like to be prepared for next week's trip.
