In England, Fall means business. As soon as October hit the wind set in and the leaves all turned instantly yellow or red. Now that November is here the temperature has dropped and maintained a cool forty degrees or below. This may not sound like a big deal, but I, may I remind you, was born and raised in Southern California. Forty degrees is what happens a few nights in January when you are snuggled in your bed with the heater on and two pairs of socks.
Sunday I got ready to leave the house and, because it I knew it was fall and a little chilly, I put on a sweater and walked out the door. I stopped dead in my tracks. I then turned around, walked back in the house and got a scarf. By the time I had tried to walk out the door again, the gust of cold air convinced me to go back up into my room and pile on another shirt, then the sweater, then the scarf and finally my winter coat (the first winter coat I have ever owned, by the way). As I was walking towards town the only part of my body that remained warm were my shoulder sockets where all five layers were piled up, making it hard to move my arms, but keeping my rotator cuff warm and toasty.
It has since been necessary to wear one's winter coat everyday this week. Mine, I might add, is the brightest color of red you could possibly imagine. And so, as of today I now own two winter coats, the second of which is a reasonable dark brown and unlikely to blind the passerby with its sheer force of color.
And before I get back to my reading I just need to say that I love sheep. Without sheep there would be no wool and without wool there would be no way to POSSIBLY stay warm enough to not die on your way to tutorials. This may sound like an exaggeration to all of you, but let me say again: born and raised in southern California.