Sometimes Paul Simon is all it takes to make the 55 degree weather bearable.
I know what i know, I’ve did what I’ve said, things come and they go, and I’m not speaking to you, east coast, until i absolutely have to
Today it was 57 degrees in Evanston, Illinois. On the last day of January. It was one of the most beautiful things ever. Felt like I was back home living the usual Bay Area January.
And while it was gorgeous, I am getting indoctrinated to Midwest winter jamz. Feels damn weird to not be wearing two coats, a scarf, gloves and a hunting cap at this time of year.
Scratch that. I still miss California weather on a daily basis.
