I'm cold

I'm not really really cold, but I wish I had gloves. It's all windy outside. But then I read this thing from some guy who grew up in Siberia and he said 23 degrees Farenheit is considered very warm and comfortable and no self-respecting Siberian would even wear double layers on such a balmy day. On the day it was -43 degrees F, the coldest he'd ever been in, he ran out of a sauna and rolled naked in the snow. But I say, when you're used to 80, 53 is frickin' cold.

This lady just walked out of the coffee place. She's short and she's wearing burnt orange trousers, a pink shirt with a pink and grey striped tie and a short brown tweed blazer, and a white fedora. Her hair is short and curly and grey. She looks kind of like Truman Capote, but not fat. I wasn't sure if she was a man or a woman at first, and I think she's kind of mean, but I'm totally going to look like that in about 40 years.

And for those of you who don't know, Pat Morita died on Friday.

Goodbye.