We left NYC Friday morning and it was 14 "feels like 1"; we got to Pensacola that afternoon and it was 71 "feels like 71". It's not everyday you travel 70 degrees. We were all glad to be home. I couldn't get to my house quick enough; too much flying for me lately. Figures though we get home and I'll be dang if we aren't getting sick. Definitely me and I think Clayton and George too. As of now, I think it's just a cold.
I'll have to come back and write more later though. Not feeling really great at the moment. Never broken a bone, but I swear I get sick at the drop of a hat! I really did just have a cold back at Christmas. Bring on the cough drops!
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