Damn the Hog

I knew that damn groundhog was going to see his shadow. I slept in a hat last night, no kidding, and this morning I think there was frost of my coffee cup.
California building requirements in the mid 1950's leaves much to be desired. I realize that after living in warm climates for much of my adult life I am no longer capable of dealing with anything resembling cold weather.

As we speak I am making plans for retirement in S. Florida. Enough of this tundra of cold.
I would have left earlier but I can't find my bermuda shorts or insect repellent.