By Brandon Brown
Here it is, mid-November, and here I am, wearing shorts and flip-flops.
In a time of year where the spider webs have been put away, the turkeys are being thawed out and there’s literally pumpkin-spice everything, one would expect the usual snap in the air that causes us to reach for our trusty hoodies, sweaters, and Ugg(ly) boots.
Instead, it feels like the long July days where you feel like you’re baking to death and don’t want to do anything but throw on some lotion and head to the beach.
The truth is, I’d rather be cold than hot. When you’re cold, you can wear a nice sweater, you can put things on, and it’s perfect for staying at home. When you’re hot, you can be butt naked and still feel like you’re in an oven.
This unusual weather is enough to make me, unlike our president-elect, a true believer in global warming and the carbon footprint.
However, unusual weather is far from rare in Southern California, from last years’ El Nino that failed materialize to the latest heat wave breaking century-old weather records.
For now, I’ll keep wearing shorts and longing for the days I can put on my cardigan without sweating like Donald Trump at a Miss USA pageant.