Woke up with a hang-over after watching those (amazing) Cardinals tie the World Series with the (seemingly unbeatable) Rangers, so I decided to take a walk in the woods to burn off the residual Napa Valley grape juice that is still numbing my primary motor functions. A quick drive from the house to the Silverado Trail north to the park at Lake Hennessey. A very quiet morning in Napa Valley.
Two steps into the darkness and it hits me. It's freaking cold this morning. A couple taps on Mr. iPhone and the truth is revealed - it's 40 degrees F. The World Series is still being played and it's 40 degrees outside. I quicken the pace to crank up my core temperature, with images flashing in my head of me being found frozen to a tree like Cactus Jack in the Jeremiah Johnson movie. OK, it's 4:30am and there is no sunlight yet, but still - it's 8 degress away from freezing. I passed some cars on the road carrying crews to the vineyards where they are finishing up the grape harvest. Those poor guys, their fingers must be ready to fall off.
I make up my mind in a microsecond - I'm moving before the snow falls. I'm moving to California.
As I make the last turn for a sprint back to the parking lot, I see the license plates on my car. California plates.
Maybe I'll move to Hawaii. Then again, it doesn't actually snow this far from the mountains. Maybe I'll stay.
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