"Y'all enjoy the warmth down in the southern climes. --Kevin"

Oh, Kevin. You may snuggle and snicker in the tiny comfort of this little piece of news: it's going down to 28 (25?) tonight here in Orlando, FLA. Worse, it will be down to 30 again by Saturday morning. This may be a record breaker. I hope I don't lose my orange and grapefruit, papaya, avocado, bananas, hibiscus, bromeliads, bird-o-paradise, palms of sundry lineage, etc., and I have to run the pool pump all night and the frogs are freezing their froggy butts off. It hurts to think about. The good news is that we have a chance to wear our wool sweaters that always look too good to throw away for the only once-a-year wearing.

By the way, normal "cold" here is when it hits 60. We wear our cotton sweaters for that. That's also when the visiting Vermonters go swimming. They're peoplesicles! You guys must have a layer of goose fat or something. Maybe it has something to do with inhaling wood smoke.