I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

This weekend I got to sleep in an hour as we ditched daylight saving time for normal time. Singapore time is now 16 hours ahead of California time.

This weekend was pretty fine as well. It was sunny and warm, around 25°C. The sweet summery weather was set to continue all week through to Friday, when overcast conditions and fog was supposed to roll back in, but it came early and it’s been pretty frigid (10°C) for the last two days. And even though my weather plugin is telling me tomorrow’s going to be sunny and 21°C warm, I’m not believing it.

Coming from a country where the weather is always 28-32°C, sunny with slight chance of showers all year long, dealing with the cold and fog isn’t really second nature. I have to be told, like a kid, to bring a jacket or wear covered shoes. Because even though it might be sunny in the morning, it might be frigid come afternoon. Or to layer on the clothes so if it’s cold in the morning, I can always ditch a jacket or sweater and be ok when the afternoon turns sunny. Heck, it’s even different at home and at the store. Not to mention driving North from the airport back to the beach – you’ll know when you’ve past San Bruno and are back in South San Francisco when you see the fog. Like magic, it’s just there.

Anyway. This weekend I’ve to find some courduroy pants. And real socks. And thermals. And brace myself for my very first full winter.

This weekend I got to sleep in an hour as we ditched daylight saving time for normal time. Singapore time is now 16 hours ahead of California time.

This weekend was pretty fine as well. It was sunny and warm, around 25°C. The sweet summery weather was set to continue all week through to Friday, when overcast conditions and fog was supposed to roll back in, but it came early and it’s been pretty frigid (10°C) for the last two days. And even though my weather plugin is telling me tomorrow’s going to be sunny and 21°C warm, I’m not believing it.

Coming from a country where the weather is always 28-32°C, sunny with slight chance of showers all year long, dealing with the cold and fog isn’t really second nature. I have to be told, like a kid, to bring a jacket or wear covered shoes. Because even though it might be sunny in the morning, it might be frigid come afternoon. Or to layer on the clothes so if it’s cold in the morning, I can always ditch a jacket or sweater and be ok when the afternoon turns sunny. Heck, it’s even different at home and at the store. Not to mention driving North from the airport back to the beach – you’ll know when you’ve past San Bruno and are back in South San Francisco when you see the fog. Like magic, it’s just there.

Anyway. This weekend I’ve to find some courduroy pants. And real socks. And thermals. And brace myself for my very first full winter.