If You Can Make It Here

We are in NYC for Thanksgiving. I don't know that I can make it here because, despite growing up around these parts, I am fa-reazing!! The people here make ridiculous comments about the weather, "it hasn't been very cold" or "it's good it's not that cold." When these fantastic statements are made, I gather Quinn close and I whisper in his ear, "it's so cold. I know it's so very cold." My blood has thinned. I have truly become a Californian.