Just went through a run of two weeks plus in Palm Springs. After about day four, you could be excused for thinking the local weather guys were playing hooky, replaying the same forecast night after night after night.

Seventy degrees and sunny every day. Except when it was seventy one degrees and sunny. It was actually 66 degrees and overcast on Saturday. Which caused many locals to break out their winter jackets.

No kidding.

A woman at the SilverRock course grill told me she’d gotten wimpy after moving from that frigid gulag San Jose. Yes, they’re about as hardy as Michael Jackson here.

But you do have to give them credit for convincing Cheap Bastard that it’s a 100 plus in December. Jennifer Mario only wishes it was that easy for her to keep him away.

Though you know, Cheap Bastard, Mario does have her eyes on these darn cute T-shirts … Can you say Christmas mall romance?

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