Each Winter I weather makes it clearer to me that mankind is not meant to live outside tropical regions. You all can have your freezing cold, sickness, misery, black ice and invasive road salt.
Tomorrow I will be going South, far past the tip of Florida and into the blue Southern Atlantic, to the Cays and Atolls of the Bahamas.
Looking to my usual standard of being productive no matter the case, I do not intend to be a useless vacationer but instead to climb the towers upon which sit the last of the largest kerosene lanterns in the world, and to put my hands on them to keep them working.
Fare well until I return. There is much to do.