. . . I'm sick of winter!
More accurately, I'm sick of snow and ice storms that arrive on the weekend; I'd welcome a substantial mid-week snowfall, so I'd have an excuse to work from home.
Or stay home and not work...whatever.
With another weekend storm predicted, I checked the forecasts for places more southerly and beach-y, contemplating a mini-vacation, even if it means spending some of my income tax refund before I've figured out how much it'll be. Alas, the same system that will bring frozen precipitation to Bubbaville is predicted to bring rain to the coast, too.
Oh, well. Food Lion has mangoes on sale this week, and I've got an unopened fifth of rum in the cabinet. I can turn up the thermostat on the gas fireplace and pretend I'm . . . somewhere else.