Had to go to Massachusetts to find some warm air as back in the Valley of the Sun they’re having a fairly unusual and extended cold snap with several nights of below-freezing temps. There go my bougainvillea and whatever else Tracey wasn’t able to cover. But that’s OK – that’s how nature culls out the herd, at least landscaping-wise.

I fractured a knuckle reaching into my parents freezer to grab a beer and the ring finger on my right hand is pretty swollen. The temps here in Mass. will be in the ’50s – perfect weather for winter golf – but I couldn’t grip a club even if I wanted to play. I’m tellin’ ya – life is dangerous if you’re The Great White Shank! I’m assuming I’ll be healed in time for Las Vegas golf at Snow Mountain.

Now back to work… it’s been a crazy weekend!