The sweatbands are off this morning.
Time to head out for a belated luncheon of fellow retirees. Most of us get together once or twice a week for golf, but today it is for mostaccioli or some such at Mama Mia's.
Besides, I can't find my bright red golf balls with the beepers and internal heat sources, so playing golf in the snow is out.
Accuweather says it will be 50° warmer by Monday so maybe I can swing at a few then...