Well, the calendar doesn't have to notify me. I can hear the not too far off echo of the upcoming winter hoofbeats. I'm reminded that it's still 3 weeks away, but the thermometer out side the kitchen window reading 13 F above this morning provides me with a pretty good hint. It'll creep up to about 22 this afternoon, but that's about it. No mas! Some days, I have to stop and wonder why I do this. I'm sure my friends in southern locals are probably chuckling a little reading this. Will retirement find us moving? It hard to say right now. When pressed, Elenka and I will both tell you we HATE the cold, but... There is a pull. I really can't explain it. Don't provide reasons why or why not. I've heard them all. I'm torn... at least today.