I thought living my whole life in Florida, the weather there was a little odd from time to time. You know, rain (torrential) and then ten minutes later, the sun was out, hotter than a cast iron skillet in Auntie Pearl's kitchen. But, the weather here really does take the cake.
I've discovered long underwear, something that isn't even sold, to my knowledge, in the state of Florida. In fact, I wear three shirts, long underwear and jeans. Two - count them, two - pairs of socks and what I adoringly refer to as my "snow-shoes," which are really sort of short Wellingtons with laces. We keep the building at 62 degrees, because of the high heating bills. So, between the Blessed Electric Blanket and my long underwear, I'm doing good.
I haven't landed yet, so I may yet live somewhere else. Chances are, I'll be back in Florida anyway. Somewhere coastal, so I have that beloved wind.
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