It's Cold Here

I have never understood why everyone thinks California has such great weather. Maybe I'll get it in say, October, when it's still 70 degrees here and 50 in New York. But every morning I wake up freezing. And at night, it's frigid. It's MUCH colder than it was in my West Village apartment. I'm walking around here in a fleece and flannel PJs. I know what you are thinking: "sexy."

My dad warned me about something called "June Gloom," which is apparently a weather pattern in Southern California where its cloudy and gloomy in June. Well, it seems to have started early. Plus, this is the most beautiful time of year in NYC. And I miss it.

Also: I had a shitty day at work.

And: Communting sucks.

P.S. We now have a garbage disposal and a dishwasher, which we keep forgetting about. Matt just asked me what could go into a disposal, then decided to just throw everything into the garbage instead. I have been washing all our dishes by hand. It's funny…Yesterday we were walking to our car after shopping at Whole Foods to drive the 2 blocks back to our house, and Matt said. "I'm already used to it here. I'm serious! I'm used to it and I like it." I'm not used to it at all. And I don’t think he is either. He'd had a gin and tonic when he said that.