My Friend Tom Berry just called me, and asked what I was doing exactly a week ago. Well, let's see...Oh yeah, I was floating around on my stomach, playfully trying to catch colorful little fish, darting around coral covered rocks in warm, clear, sun-sparkled salt water. Why do you ask?
The slightest twist of fate would have sufficed to sent my ancestors just a few more degrees south, and I wouldn't be wringing ice water out of my socks right now...
...I guess I'm just having climate withdrawals.
Being dredged through this muck for half the year only makes you relish the other half more, right?