Our part of California doesn't really get that cold, but yesterday it snowed at what's called the "lower elevations." The Bay Area had snow at 1,000 feet above sea level. Our little house is probably about forty feet above sea level, so we saw no snow.
Most blog readers will laugh that I'm even mentioning this tiny dusting of snow, but around here, that's a once-ever-five-years event.
Over the course of the afternoon, the cloud cover lifted, which meant that it was going to be a cold night. I brought all of my outdoor plants into our (unheated, but protected) laundry room. Robb hung a 100 watt lightbulb in our citrus tree, which was supposed to generate enough heat to keep the tree from freezing. We worried about the outdoor kitties.
I told Robb that I felt more like a new parent, than a new home owner. I knew that I was being a being a big worrier and taking what were probably unnecessary precautions, but I also didn't care. I didn't want anything bad to happen to my babies.
(All you cold-climate blog readers can please stop rolling your eyes. The lack of cold weather is really important to Robb. Since his accident, he's way more sensitive to the cold, and I can't imagine how he would handle icy sidewalks.)