As I sit here this evening I have been surfing the web and checking out the weather up north. Today was 83 degrees here in Tampa, but in Indy it was 31 and felt like 23.
Everywhere you drive here there are marks of Christmas. Inflateables in the front yard, reindeer on the roof, and a manger on the porch. Not at my house, but a few houses in our neighborhood. But one thing is lacking. It's snow.
For the first day in weeks, we got some rain. But rain is not snow. It's too wet to pack, to fluid to hold, and too warm to freeze.
Oh well, guess we'll have to go to the beach to find white ground. Like my friend Dan always says, "I've never had to shovel sand to get my van out to go to work."
