Winter Arrives In Southern California 2

I’ve turned into a total wimp since I moved here. I used to scoff at single-digit temperatures when I lived in Chicagoland. Those days, I’m afraid, are gone.

I’ve spent the last couple of nights frozen solid because the temperature here dipped into the (gasp!) low 40’s. At night.

The problem is, my apartment retains absolutely no heat during the day. During the summer, that’s a blessing, and it keeps my a/c bill reasonable.

Now, however, it comes back to haunt me. I still have the thermometer from when I used to have problems with my heat back in Evanston, and it dips almost as low as it did then.

I spent last the few nights under several layers of blanket and sweater, and I’ve even got a cat aiding in keeping me warm. And I’ve still had to turn on the heat.

At least with the cat, I can tell it’s not just me. Nothing rousts him from his spot buried in a pile of my blankets now.

Usually when I order food, I’m blocking the door with my leg to prevent him from getting out. Today he just looked at me as if to say, “You’re not hibernating? You’re nuts.”

Usually when I get up in the morning, he trails me around the apartment whining at me until I feed him. Today, I was out the door and he didn’t budge an inch.

He only came out and started trying to eat the wires behind my television after I’d had the heat running for a solid half hour. Poor, spoiled SoCal kitty.

Hopefully having the heat run for about three hours today will keep this place warm enough tonight. Either that, or I’m gonna have to go buy some more blankets.

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