The Big Chill

This week was the first time since May that I have had to put on a jacket. Granted, I have only had to put on the Jacket after the sun goes down, nevertheless, it would appear that with the passage of Labor Day, summer is indeed over.

The days are getting shorter, although it's still not dark until about 8 p.m., and it's a revelation for this California (ahem) boy that seasons really do only last a few months.

I have to admit that I'm anticipating winter with some trepidation. It has been my go-to statement thus far, when people ask me how I'm liking Cleveland. I tell them that I have been here since April, and so far it's been pretty good, but they should ask me again in January. This usually elicits a laugh.

It appears that I have about two or three months before my mettle is put to the test by the first snow, but genetically, I should be prepared. Afterall, my people come from Scandinavia and Eastern Europe. And yet, somehow that's not as reassuring as I'd like it to be.

Check with me again in January and I'll let you know how those genetics work out for me. In the mean time, I'll bring a light jacket when I go to the movies tonight.