damn…Alan, …that’s almost the same thing I was doing last night:  Sitting there in two t-shirts with a blanket over the air conditioner (got to winterize that today), looking into the eyes of a blue-eyed stone fox in what still remained of her cotton flannel PJs and listening to the wind chimes banging off the screened porch like a fire alarm & the (resident) groundhog rustling ‘round underneath (frightening the foundation) …sipping a slightly-more-chilly room temperature local red wine in afterglow and thinking how cool it is to be just far enough southeast of the storm that’s hammering the bejesus out of our neighbors.

http://www.49abcnews.com/news/2006/nov/29/drivers_battle_winter_blast/

Shelby Ocean Eyes read your post & asked me it ever gets cold down there.  I said, “Cold enough for a sweatshirt…& they get all pissed-off about it…lol…until about eleven or noon.”  It’s got to be a kick for you headed well into springtime…whilst we’re facing the ass-end of the sun here in the wile wile west….

G’day mate