Let me explain something about winter in LA. Yes, it doesn't snow, yes the sun is often out, but it is fucking glacial up in hrr. Cold as a witch's teat, as my older sister would say. I have experienced lake effect snow and an upstate-New York winter -- that is, without a doubt, brutal. Yet I can say with conviction that LA winters are worse.
The big difference between an LA winter and a winter anywhere else with real seasons is this: other places actually have decent insulation in their buildings and heat. My apartment is consistently 5-10 degrees colder than it is outside. If it's 45 degrees, I need about three space heaters in close proximity of my person. We only have one, and the fucking cat sits in front of it like the hog-butt she is.
This inadequacy of building/preparedness is akin to the phenomenon of going somewhere like the east coast for the summer and it being hot as all getout and no one having air-conditioning. It is hell.
At this point I just sleep with a heating pad -- the poor man's electric blanket -- and wimper whenever I sit on the icy toilet seat. You can understand why I'm excited as all hell to go to my upstate-NY home next week for more than half a month. Central heating, hear I come!
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