The biggest souvenir I brought home from Key West was a particularly nasty respiratory infection. I'm some better now and ventured out yesterday to get my work desk back in order, sort through email and check out my horse buddies on the Bolick farm.
Yet, whilest I clean toilets and vacuum floors, my mind wanders to the memories of 85 degree winter temperatures, the decadence of a lunchtime beer and the indulgence of having nothing in particular to do.
Surely by the time my pink pedicure starts to chip and my tanned toes fade to a pasty white, I'll be myself again. Right?
And after witnessing the extraordinary hype from various professional and amateur weather sources regarding our latest pitiful snowfall, I am delighted to read that someone is researching how to improve snowfall predictions in Western North Carolina.
