I'm having a minor panic attack at the moment.
For some reason I lost my mind and booked a trip to visit my family in Maine in January.
I'm the type of person that gets cold, makes tea and grabs a blanket when the temperature drops to 72 degrees (really, I'm not kidding.) I think the ocean is around 72 degrees at the moment off of St. John and I haven't been able to jump in.
For kicks I just pulled the weather forecast up on the computer to see what is happening in Maine.
It is 7 degrees in Maine! (can you hear the panic?)
A couple photographs of the last time I was in Maine:
my mom's beautiful garden and my father playing the squeeze box.