Please don’t tell me it’s going to snow again this weekend.
I’m not even visiting the Jet Blue site or I’ll have a ticket to Miami before you can say “$69 each way.”
I guess it’s that season again. The last stretch of winter. The time of year when I resolve for sure that next fall I will buy one of those SAD lamps.
For the next month and a half I will awake each morning with a single burning question: “why did I leave South Florida, again?”
This weekend I’ll track down some Corona with lime, cocoa butter lotion, and a “sorta summertime album.”
And if that doesn’t work: friends in Miami, prepare your sofa beds.