Dayum! It is cold here!

As if the return from my tropical vacation was not enough of a shock to the system, the jetway at Bradley International terminal could not get to the plane.  So they brought stairs (!)  after about a half hour sitting there on the plane.  Now...it would have been cold if I had a coat and was wearing jeans.  But, alas, I was not wearing either of them.  I was in thin capris, and a rather thin sweatshirt I was fortunate to find in the Cancun airport.  Couldn't zip the hoodie...they didn't a big enough size to cover my girth, but at least my arms were covered.  Still...it was 7 degrees with a wicked wind blowing snow in ribbons across the tarmac.  It had to have been like minus teen-something.  50 feet felt like a quarter mile!  BRRRRRR!

I will warm up tomorrow watching the UConn vs. South Carolina game.  

Good to be home...work next week will be HELL.  There is a price to be paid for two weeks in the warm sun when you are not retired.