Jack Frost Nipping At My Nose

I just got back to Davis from San Diego.

Two days ago, a major storm ripped through North­ern Cal­i­for­nia and left a mil­lion peo­ple, includ­ing Jimmy who was already back to Mon­ster House, with­out power. Five days ago, I was slightly sweaty while hang­ing out at Hunt­ing­ton Beach with John Tu and Cathy watch­ing peo­ple play vol­ley­ball and surfing.

I for­got how cold Nor­Cal, and Mon­ster House in par­tic­u­lar, can be. I cur­rently have icy breath as I type this in my bedroom.

Thanks, Peggy, for the warm clothes!