According to the NC weather, the low will be in the 30's, and the high will be in the mid-sixties. This is good. It's just like a regular spring or fall day back home in New England when the heat comes on in the morning, and the air conditioner gets fired up in the afternoon.
Here's what I do wish, though. I wish I could stay longer. As I type this blog, I haven't even left Boston yet. I love Boston, I truly do. I don't think anywhere else in the world could possibly tolerate my foul mouth, my smart-ass attitude, nor my sarcasm.
Alas, this trip is a quick hit-and-run. I've used up my personal days at work already, and I can only make this a weekend flight down and back. As I write this, I hear I'll be returning to Boston in snow conditions -- not as bad as what we've had so far this March, but still. It will be a rotten surprise when I drive my car out of the airport lot if the forecasters have their way.
But, then again, this is why I really do belong in Boston. Much as I love the warmer weather, we New Englanders do so enjoy bitching about the foul weather conditions. There's nothing more satisfying than telling semi-tall tales about surviving the howling winds and sub-zero temperatures, as if braving a Nor'easter on the streets of the city is as daunting as trying not to get blown off the Mount Washington Observatory patio with hurricane force gusts and windchills of negative a bazillion degrees.
North Carolina, as of this blog writing, I'm not even there yet, and I miss you already knowing I'll have to leave and come back. Be thankful, though. I'm not sure my smart mouth can control itself for longer than a couple of days, anyway.
