Just When I'm Getting Used to the Cold

I love the cold crisp get-out-your fox fur hat kind of weather that we've been having lately.

Admittedly though, I also like the fact that we seem to have a very late, very unexpected Indian summer. I know, I know! It's November for heaven's sake. But when I ventured outside today, I actually had to shed some of my winter wear. I had to toss the polar fleece vest and the half-mittens. I had to turn off my heat and crack the windows ever so slightly.

Because I find that here in the South West desert, when it's slightly warm out and that sun is shining it'll melt you all the way down to nothing if you don't peel off the layers. It's a funny climate and the elevation accentuates everything. This is prime melanoma country. You've got to take precautions. You're gonna need that sunblock. It's great in the winter because it makes everything warmer. And there's nothing more wonderful than snow capped peaks and a nice temperate day.