Who uses that word "frightful" anymore? You can't use it for anything but winter weather because of that stupid song.

Anyway, Jennifer and I were out shopping for her Christmas tree last night. It was cold. Probably in the low 40s. Jennifer is a fair weather girl, if ever there was one. Our breath was visibile and I was joking that it was so cold my spit would freeze before it hit the ground. Not very funny, but at the time...

This morning I woke up and my windshield was covered with ice. It turns out the mercury did fall below 32F last night, which is unusual for the Bay Area anytime of year, but especially in the fall. Fucking frightful, indeed.