Not Florida

The thermometer on the balcony continues to plunge. The forecast for the coming week looks none too promising either. But are we downhearted? No, we’re outraged! It’s monstrous. I’d be hot under the collar if I’d packed one and it wasn’t so flipping freezing.
Still, a start on the next book - called, appropriately enough, Bleak. An autobiography by one R.M. Murray, born the same year as myself, though in Lewis. And he too had a van as a student and played in a band. In his case though with Peter Capaldi. Harrumph.
Later, as we donned our galoshes and stepped out, we found that the Florida Bar was reopening after the winter. Yes, winter is over.