Thursday, February 3, 2011


Again. Just as the bad cold weather is about to strike - talk of teen degrees and snow flurries - we're heading north.
My guy keeps wondering why the northerners can't learn to control their weather and keep it up there. I keep wondering why we can't figure out better times to travel.

Evidently, we're gluttons for punishment.

1 comment:

  1. As ever a contrarian (or just contrary, jury out on that one), I love winter. Then, I've always lived in temperate climes. Love the bracing slap of a brisk artic breeze on my cheek to stiffen my resolve to pick up the pace when I walk. Beats the trudge August heat engenders.


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