Goodbye, Popsicle World. Hello, Houston!

I’m moving to Houston. We’ve heard that before, right? This time, I mean it. I have a plane ticket and everything.

I’ll be saying my goodbyes to the frozen northlands soon. Very soon.

Houston will know I’ve arrived when people will report being blinded by a strange white light. That’ll be the sun reflecting off my “what is this ability to ‘tan’ that you speak of?” skin.

I will know I’ve arrived when I’ve spent an hour in the saddle without having to wear six thousand layers of clothing.

Don’t mind my silent blog over the next few weeks while I try to get out of here and settle in there. You’ll just have to amuse yourselves by placing bets on how long it takes me to turn into a puddle on the sidewalk. My money’s on it happening within ten feet of the airport doors. Better a puddle than a popsicle, though!