That’s what the jaunty announcer says. We went from swimming in a 96 degree outdoor pool straight into a Noreaster. Thankfully we were on the last flight out of Phoenix to Boston, and thankfully we made the drive home safely during the storm. Now it’s just cold, and our house is full of stuff to a terrifying degree, and LB is wearing a bathing suit.
My plan is that the New Year will bring homemade donuts, vegetables, and novels, and research on local parental involvement in our public schools, and work, and friends. Now I just need a vat of crisco so I can get started on those donuts!