No time to write – two grown women are coping with a very energetic twenty-month old in the cold. In all my years here, I have never known Florida in true cold, but we are experiencing our own version of the polar vortex, as they call it. Of course, it’s not like it is up north – the northern U.S. even worse than Canada, for once. But our living quarters are not set up for a kid, the assumption being that they’re wearing themselves out in the pool or on the beach, not huddled inside. We went out today in search of a playground, but then it started to rain. So we stopped for waffles and wifi instead.
Duty calls.
