The joyful oversharing of my tropical travel photos is thus interrupted with this news bulletin: baby, it's cold out there. (This is the view from my fourth-floor office window of the parking lot and its huge mountain of snow.)
One of my students approached me with a somewhat mournful reworking of our trip-long saying, "We're not in Nebraska anymore!" (employed cheerfully during times of significant trial, like not being able to get enough coffee or possible killer bats or spending the day treating children suffering from significant parasites, etc.). She said yesterday, as we met in a chilly classroom having schlepped across campus in -15 windchill, "We're not in Nicaragua anymore." And we're not. And it's cold, and if you're say stuck under 2 feet of snow in Chicago it's probably not anything remarkable to hear that we've had storms and ice and school closures and generally miserable weather, but man, it's cold, and I kind of am missing the friendly cows and the ziplining and the tropical fruit. Although I'm happy with the good plumbing still.
