It is pouring rain here in the semi-arid South Texas. We have had an abundance of rain here this winter, which I assume, and fervently hope, is good for the farmers. Because it leaves a lot to be desired so far as Winter Texan activities are concerned. This winter has been so different from the past several that, were it not for the snow and cold, I would almost wish us home. And here's the kicker. We extolled the virtues of winter life in South Texas so loudly and fervently while at home that seven couples who usually wintered in Florida chose to come to Texas instead. On our recommendation, don't forget. Talked to one of them yesterday who said, "not liking Texas so much," and I could only point out that 1) I can't control the weather, and 2) IT IS JUST AS BAD IN FLORIDA THIS YEAR!
And I am still delighted to be where the snow is not. And I still have sufficient grasp of rudimentary arithmetic to understand that the difference between a temperature of 42 and temperature of zero is significant. (It is the difference between a sweatshirt and a down parka.)
Since we are in Texas, we would be particularly remiss if we did not mention that on this date in 1836 began the defense of the Alamo, 13 days of courage, daring, and belief in a cause greater than the self.