cold

It's getting cold. There's no spring or fall here in Ningbo. It was summer two days ago, and now it's cold and foggy and lovely. I have a confession to make: I love winter, especially when it's cold and foggy and you can hear the wind howling. I just don't like being cold. But the ironic thing is that I'm cold more in the summer than in the winter, simply because of a nasty invention called an air conditioner, which allows all the lunatics who want their houses to be sixty-six degrees fahrenheit in July to actualize their dream. 

Anyhow. I hope it snows this year. There's nothing (well, hardly anything) nicer than waking up early and stomping around in the fresh snow. 

Now that I've eaten lunch, I should probably go make my bed and do the breakfast (and lunch) dishes.