Heading South

​This husband of mine…

is always cold...

His beautiful wife…is always hot...

No matter the season...we are engaged in a never ending game of temperature ping pong…Ping-thermostat 78….Pong-thermostat 73….Ping-78…Pong-73…Ping-window closed….Pong-window opened…Ping-fan off….Pong-fan on… Ping-Wearing heavy sweater and jeans….Pong-shorts…

To avoid the Cold Weather Grinch… these old birds...checked out places...to migrate….

Big cities…small towns…glamping resorts in the middle of nowhere...it was a grand and successful adventure...

With daily swipes of that weather app…58 degrees here…80 there…32 degrees here…60 there..the winning bell clangs…

Hot days for Cold Weather Grinch...cool nights for Hot Weather Grinch...

It’s all about compromise...

We are good to go…it's time to fly south...

And this husband of mine…..agrees...