Now, there's nothing quite like flying from Columbus, Ohio, to Los Angeles, California in December. You end up flying not only from one place to another but from one season to another, boarding the plane in winter and stepping off the plane into spring, or, if you're lucky, summer.
This year, though, the seasons have done a most michievous flip.
On December 27 we left behind 61-degree weather in Columbus and arrived in Los Angeles where the thermometer read 40 degrees and the long-range forecast was looking like this:
...though the orange and lemon trees in their yard seemed happy enough.
By the time we finished lunch it was time to pick up Maria, Justin and the kids at the airport.
When they arrived home Maria and Justin fixed us all up with a space heater, a nice fire,
As the furnace repair man couldn't arrive until early the following morning we made a plan for the rest of the night:
First, dinner at the Veggie Grille, a local restaurant with the yummiest vegan food in L.A.
Veggie burger and fries:
By the following morning the heat was back on at Maria and Justin's, so we left The Wave,