When I took G to school this morning, the thermometer in my car said 48 degrees. Yes, I know that in many places, 48 degrees is topless sunbathing weather, but in this part of the country, it's cold, cold, cold. The heater is on right now and you could still hang a side of beef in the upstairs hallway. I'm even wearing socks, which I never do if I can help it. (I hate socks; they suffocate my feet.) I feel like having my own telethon: "Help a poor freezing Californian! Send cocoa and electric blankets!"