Welp, here I am in good ol' Boston. My lovely sister Cyndi tells me that I remind her of my ... distaste... for Boston a little too frequently, but I contend that it's only when she asks me to move up here. There is something about being chronically cold and rainy that is (oddly) a little too reminiscent of my Florida days when it was always too hot and sunny. I like having options.
Right now, however, the very bestest of options is to enjoy many a cold beverage while doing last minute planning for Hoop Fest. Weather.com is telling me that if anything, only Thursday should bring the rain in Maine and I am going to optimistically let myself believe them.
Still - a tarp, rain boots, and lots of Ziploc gallon bags are certainly on the list of things needed for today. I think I will bustle through the holiday crowds a bit later though. Cyndi tells me there is a slice of rooftop somewhere around here that we could easily climb up to for a secret rooftop hoop jam. Sounds like paradise to me.
Happy holidays to those celebrating today. Have a drink and try and remember your cursive while you write your name in the air with a sparkler. (Tradition.)