Weird, I know.

I’m not used to this kind of thing! At least not since moving to Santa Barbara five years ago. (Five?! Wee-ow.) Except for the dramatic fluctuation in the size of the surf (or at least the frequency), there isn’t a whole lot to distinguish one season from the next down there.

The trees of Berkeley, on the other hand, do seem to want to shed their summer coats. I actually got to kick a bunch of dead leaves on the sidewalk the other day.

Now if only it got cold enough to form some ice for me to break…