It was New Year’s Day, and the two of us were headed to my parents to ring it in with the traditional chocolate fondue. At this point in the holiday season, we’d all eaten enough chocolate/sugar/junk food to re-sink the Titanic, so what’s one more day, right?
Except I really wasn’t in the mood. In fact, I had no desire to leave the house. It was 10 degrees in the sun with a wind chill of -10. Weather fit for neither man nor beast. And I’d had my fill, which was obvious by my rant, which was in full swing.
“This,” I said as I exhaled a cloud of near-frozen fog, “is why I can’t get back to Florida fast enough.” [Read more…]