It's beginning to look not at all like Christmas

It is finally, finally, no longer summer in San Diego.

I hesitate to use the words "fall" or "autumn," and I would undoubtedly cause the Apocalypse if I dared breathe the word "winter" in conjunction with the phrase "San Diego" at this point. However, I can say without a doubt that we have entered into what I like to call, "late summer," which will eventually bleed into what is known as "very late summer," the shortest season in San Diego weather patterns.

Late summer is characterized by very cold (late forties, low fifties, Fahrenheit) mornings and moderately cool afternoons (early-to-mid fifties). Nights can get downright chilly, dipping occasionally into the mid-forties and prompting Californians to pile on the blankets and huddle in front of fake fireplaces, fearing hypothermia.

I may even wear pants to bed tonight. (And lest you get any pervy ideas, I usually wear shorts to bed, okay?)

But a friend told me today that a Santa Ana wind is predicted to blow in this Friday, meaning we will lapse back into summer for a few days. *ANGRY, ANIMALISTIC, GROWLY NOISES.*