Plotting and Planning

It started with snow. More than a skiff. The kind that you have to shovel to find your vehicle before going to work. The kind you get stuck in--more than once.

It ended with an email from kikki: "How are you enjoying the snow?" What? Enjoying the snow? Not at all. So I started dreaming of Argentina instead. Warmth, shoes, tango. Did I mention the warmth. Or the shoes.

The decision is made. This year for sure.