This is another classic entry that came to mind yesterday. Dean Martin could afford to live in a marshmallow world. No doubt he jetted right out of there once he’d had his fill.
I have to say, though, usually I am getting really, really anxious for the solstice right about now. I’m doing pretty well. We have no snow and the weather has been in the low 30s. I know that doesn’t sound great to you, beloved reader-friends in Texas, but that is a big deal up here.
It could snow a little for Christmas . . .