I realize my colleagues in the frozen North-Athenae, Jude and Doc-wouldn’t find a high temp of 45 to be all that cold. It is for New Orleans; it’s a damp and humid cold, which made mybones ache so badly that I couldn’t save them for Henry Jones. And, no, I couldn’t handle a Minnesota winter but most Minnesotans couldn’t handle a NOLA summer. They’re tough and icy whereas we’re tough and sweaty. So it goes.
Enough with the weather small talk. Here are Ella and Louis Jordan:
Update: Virgo and I both obviously had winter weather on the brain. Her’s was, uh, gleeful and mine was classic. And, baby, it’s still fucking cold outside.