At the present time, it is 66 degrees in Miami and 12 degrees here in Chicago.
Of course, 12 is a heat wave for us, seeing as how just two days ago, it was -9 degrees. And that's not the wind chill factor, that was the actual temperature.
So, I wish I could be in Miami right now for a number of reasons - - to enjoy the weather and to cheer my little brother on.
Here's a picture of the two of us taken after he ran his first marathon here in Chicago a couple of years ago.
He could barely walk that night, but he managed to limp over to Hydrate for a couple of cocktails.
He also managed to bring a handsome man FROM Hydrate to my apartment to trick with that night. On my couch, no less.
Curiously enough, when I woke up the next morning, both the trick and the hand towels in my bathroom were gone.
Jeff, of course, lied and said he didn't know anything about "The Mystery of the Disappearing Hand Towels." But after a little interrogation from me, he cracked, admitted what he had done and pulled the significantly soiled hand towels out from under my couch.
"What?," I said. "Wiping up your spunk with some tissues is too good for you?"
So Jeff, best of luck today in the marathon. And best of luck tonight with your post-marathon trick.
Go ahead and use the hotel's hand towels. They won't mind.