Certainly during the decades I lived in San Jose and San Diego, CA, there was weather. But it wasn't as extreme as we get here in the high desert, or as people in other parts of the country experience regularly. Plus, I think, living in the city insulates you from much of it, unless it's intense enough to affect traffic or power supply.
Here at the ranch, though, I notice it. Yesterday you could almost see the cold front coming in (except for the dust and tumbleweeds blowing into your face), pushing the air in front of it in the form of strong, gusting winds. A few days ago it was still in the low 80s in the daytime, with nightly lows in the low 30s or 40s. Last night, around 8:30, I noticed that we were losing a degree every ten minutes. We had our first fire of the year in the upstairs woodstove.
This morning at 7, it was 10. It has warmed up to 32 now, about 9:15. I tried to take a shower a little while ago, but between breakfast and now, the water in the pipes coming in from the well has frozen, so nothing's getting through.
Yesterday's forecast said it would be colder tonight than last night. We'll see--I know it gets into the single digits here, but it hasn't yet since we moved to the Flying M.
UPDATE: It actually made it down to 9 yesterday morning, so we have, in fact, dropped into single digits. Warmer today, with a low of 15. Compared to the folks in the midwest getting slammed with snow and ice, we have it easy, but it's all relative. 36 hours ago 15 would have seemed really cold, and today it's just so-so.