I'm off to the Philippines on the 1st.
I've been there in March a few times and each time swore "never again". In January it's quite pleasant, with temperatures in the 70's. But by March it's frickin' hot, very much like summer in Florida. Hot and muggy.
Consequently, we'll be at the beach a lot. I've put on 10 lbs since November, so I'll be reminding myself that over there fat people are assumed to be wealthy and successful. I'll tell myself I do not look like a beached whale, I look like a wealthy and successful beached whale.
Today, though, I'm walking around with a stocking cap on and a hooded sweatshirt pulled up - indoors - and the back of my neck is still cold. Next month, I'll be thinking of those poor saps in New England still digging out of the snow. Next month, I'll be congratulating myself for having the foresight to cut my hair, perhaps even contemplating a full shave.