Just when Anchorage was reaching my comfort level

I arrive on the East Coast for a wedding and the temps are in the 70s. I realize when I go to Cuba next week it will be even hotter. I maybe should have rethought this whole thing.

A suggestion to all members of my family who are contemplating the idea of marriage sometime before I die and who also think they might want to invite me… think January or February. Lovely months. And I have clothes that work in those temps.