I live in Florida. I love Florida.
However, we’re now entering that time of year where we Floridians must pay the price for living in luxury while so many others scrape ice off their automobiles, if they can find them under the snow.
The heat hasn’t chased me off my back porch (where I do most of my writing) yet. The two fans inches away blasting me on the highest setting have bought me some extra time…but how much?
Soon I fear I shall have to retreat to the indoor world to get any work done. And then I’ll have to confront my cat, who sleeps on my chair.