I had to fly from San Diego to Daytona Beach about three weeks ago. When I left home it was in the high 60s mid-morning. When I landed in Daytona at 2am (weather delays in Atlanta), it was in the low 90s. The following day the heat index was 104.

Yesterday I was down at Mission Beach where my daughter has Junior Lifeguard training and I'm training for the upcoming TriRock in September. It was 80 degrees according to a gauge I saw on one of the buildings, but it was gray and breezy and everyone but me was bundled up in sweats. I love this weather. It's 80, people, not 50. No need for sweats, really.

Ah, summer.

Roxy