Brrr.

It's freezing out here.  The comparatively mild weather San Franciscan in me can barely withstand the dropping temps.  In order to brace the cold, you need to don your long-johns along with several other layers, making it pretty ma fan trying to get yourself out the door--gloves, scarf, hat, face mask, boots...check, check, check, check, check.  Do a good job and you become barely recognizable to anyone on the street because you're bundled up so well.  You'll also gain the approval of the locals who always like to ask how many layers you're wearing.

Poor Shao Lan waved a white flag of surrender as a nasty wind along with the freezing temps finally made his owner (me) step off my bike and walk home the other day.  So I'm a wimp...I know, I know.  But literally I was getting the wind knocked out of me, and it was so cold I couldn't breathe.

I'm okay with being a wimp.  There are times to be brave, and there are times when it just isn't worth it.  I've decided that I'll be hailing more taxis this winter season and getting to exercise my always room-for-improvement language skills in giving directions. 

Tomorrow's forecast:  hi 31°F - lo 14°F