Baby it's cold outside

Brrrr! I know some of you don't believe it gets cold in California, but holy bejeezus! This week was, as Harris K. Telemacher aptly put, "a real weenie shrinker."
With some sort of obstinate "dedication" and perhaps a little bravada, I've been riding to work as long as it doesn't rain.
Here are examples of my commutes:
Tuesday:
Temp when I got the gym at 6a.m.: 25 degrees
Temp when I got on my bike to go to work: 24 degrees.

Wednesday:
Temp at gym, 6a.m.: 27 degrees
Temp when biking to work: 25 degrees.

This morning I had some sort of neural ailment that prevented me from thinking clearly and I my layers were all together wrong. I did remember my little beanie to keep whatever remaining heat I had from escaping through my helmet vents, however. I need summer and I need it now. I'd settle for spring.
I don't care what state you're in, unless you're an Eskimo used to living in an Igloo, it's cold. And the Eskimos dress in fur, I believe, and are not out riding their bikes. Yes, I know it's colder in other places. But that does not mean that 24 degrees is warm.

Okay, anyway.

I'm counting down to the solstice (10 days!) and then at least the days will start getting longer, if not warmer. I can see why cultures in days of Yore had huge festivals to importune the gods to bring the sun back and stop the punishment of lack of light. Dancing, food, drink, sacrifices. The whole shebang. All I can say is: lock up your small animals. There's no telling what might end up on the alter.

I haven't yet set up my trainer so I can keep riding, but inside. Seems it's time. I think my motivation is stuck and stagnant. I want to sleep, eat, and drink. And that is all.