I can't believe that I missed the opportunity to complain in this thing about the fact that on Friday, when I woke up to walk Lola, the actual temperature, not the windchill, was -17. Negative fucking seventeen. I waited for the bus for over 20 minutes in this temperature. It was terrible.

It's not as bad today, in the 20s but it's been in the 80s in L.A. I miss riding my bike.

I miss not feeling like I can see my breath inside my apartment.

I miss sitting outside comfortably.

I want to be able to smell the outside air all year long without frozen nostrils. Is that too much to ask?