Yesterday, Feb.3, did it’s fair share to take the ouch out of returning to the Garden State from Florida.

No, I won’t get used to it, but it was sweet while it lasted. Sitting out on the Writer’s Perch in the warm sunshine was the plum, the piece de resistans .

I shudder to sing the praises of this fairness in February for fear of being accused ignorant of global warming. But, what am I to do ? There is no Writer’s Perch in my freezer, so kindly pardon my opting to not sit in there.

In the meantime, I basked in the luxuriant February sunshine. Eat your heart out, Florida. Who needs the Gulf of Mexico when there is Tuckaway Pond ?