I’m in California, people, and it is cold. What kind of topsy-turvy world is this, that I wish I had packed wool sweaters for a trip to Southern California? San Francisco, sure, it’s always freezing there. But this, this is all wrong. Eden has the fireplace going, and I’m considering huddling next to it. And maybe coaxing Cookie to spread out over my lap. Her piping hot breath will keep my fingers from freezing.

(Okay, it’s probably 60 degrees. And why yes, I am a delicate flower.)

Because I put a catchy yet maddening theme song in your head yesterday, here’s the song that my brain is looping for the day. I think you will find it peppy and not Jameson Parker-ish.