I remember, when I was in college, laughing at all the Southern Californians who would break out their winter jackets and hats in September when the temperature dipped below 65. Ha ha ha, you poor schmucks... you think this is cold? Being made of hardier material, I was used to not putting on a jacket until it was around 50 degrees outside. Hell, when I was in high school, I used to go outside at 7am to pick up the morning paper from the mailbox at the end of the driveway dressed in just pajamas and a bathrobe -- even when it was only 20 degrees out. So it's November here in Los Angeles, and the temperature is getting into the 50s and 60s. And I have to admit... I'm a little cold at times. I wonder if my blood has thinned out or if I'm acclimating or if my internal calendar is just saying, "Helloooooo... it's November, time to be cold." I still haven't worn a jacket, and I will fight that until I absolutely have to put one on, but I have finally graduated to sweaters. But I'll still laugh at the natives wearing winter coats and hats when it's 60 degrees outside, even if I might be shivering a little bit along with them.