Originally, the plan was that I would be at Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport right now waiting for my flight back east. Of course, Mother Nature had other ideas, so a cancelled flight leaves me in sunny, mid-80’s Phoenix while my peeps in New England dig out from one of the biggest storms of the winter. Look, I like a big snowstorm as much as anyone, but I’m not willing to get my jollies by testing the veracity of the American airline industry, so it looks like I’ll be spending the week here in the Valley of the Sun instead.

I feel bad about how long the winter has been back East. I almost feel guilty knowing that Monday morning will bring nothing but leaden skies and white snow cover everywhere, whereas here it will be green grass, sun, and warm temps. My apologies. All I can say is that no matter how gloomy everything looks there is a place where the sun is shining, the sky is blue, and the desert foliage brings forth flowers of every color. Believe it or not, Spring is coming – even to the most northern of climes.

Until that time, however, this will have to suffice. Don’t be afraid to crank it up.