First thing first: in a year when so many people were prevented by a huge storm from getting to their destinations for Christmas, Syl and I have NO weather-related complaints. Somehow we made it out of Boston as the storm hit. And although the cold weather followed us to Florida and stayed PRECISELY as long as we were there, we got to spend our Christmas with Grammy and Grampy, as planned.
Syl and I were a little ambitious the first morning, heading out for a run in our "Florida running" gear. As one parka-clad woman who passed us in the below-freezing wind chill commented, "You must be Northerners!"
Oh, and we passed a dead fish.
Dinner in a restaurant with an open front on a 35 degree night was... pleasant but cold. Christmas!
The Night BEFORE Christmas, to be exact.
Syl's painting gifts were big hits, as always.
Christmas dinner at the Bay House, and its streak of meals without a single miss continues.
We saw friends from Wisconsin (it was warmed outside than inside at this place, which was NOT to say it was warm)!
Cold weather driving lessons.
And a more appropriately-clad run on our last day.
Oh, hi Mr. Sun! Nice of you to come out to see us off!
