Right now I'm in Jacksonville, FL on a riverside balcony with a glass of white wine and 80 degree weather. I'm wearing a tank and flipflops. The sun has set and there are ducks fishing for dinner under my balcony. I can see all the stars because, apparently, they do not believe in street lights here in JAX. Even the guys at the bar next door are being civilized.
This morning when I left Kansas City at 6 am, it was 19. Degrees. I was a cranky wanker.
If I weren't enjoying myself so much, I'd kick my own ass.