Last night's weather report said that it's finally going to feel like winter in my neck of the woods.
It's about freakin' time. We're talking about lows in the teens and some flurries.
This morning, as I was dressing for work, Mike reminded to wear something warm.
"Of course. Although next year at this time, we might be sitting in weather that is much more tropical. Or, better yet, you might get to experience your very first Noche Buena," I replied.
As the cold arrives in the Northeast, hellish conditions make their way toward a hospital in Havana.