Weather report
I walked outside to throw away all the stuff that collected in this house while I was gone for what – one week? – where does this stuff come from? Anyway, Rudy, my mailman, was next door and he hollered over to me, “How ya doing Rachel?” and I said, “Rudy I just got back from Boston and I have to say, I am doing SWELL because it is gorgeous here (the temp is about 68 perfect degrees).” He said, “That’s why we live here, huh, yeah, my aunt and uncle are in from up north for the holidays, they arrived bundled up as if they were expecting 30 below.”
This is us in Boston:
