I am now in possession of a bottle of Cuban rum—codenamed Bryce—compliments of my favorite embargo-jumper.
I’ve decided cold weather sucks worse than snow. I never thought I’d say it. It’s been 20 below for a month straight and I’m sick of it. When it’s this cold I lose all desire to do anything other than get up, get in my cold car, go to work, work, get in my cold car and go home and stay there.