Keep in mind that I experience San Diegan winter. Which, on the coldest days, doesn’t go down below 50 degrees.
I am, without a doubt, more comfortable in a sweatshirt than I am in any other layer of clothing. And it’s hard to wear a sweatshirt in a 105-degree summer.
I love to have hot soups. The warming feeling of a hot gulp of soup headed down to my stomach is amazing. In summer, it’s downright painful to be sweating and consume more scorching hot food.
In the morning, the feeling of satisfaction for every single additional second spent under the covers.
The clouded sky make for much more of an interesting view than a plain blue sky, or one with just a few thin clouds.
The rain brings life to the dead desert that is San Diego. It’s incredibly relaxing to watch and listen to the rain fall down.
Plus there are two family-oriented “Let’s get together and stuff our faces” holidays in the winter.