Well, darlin' welcome back to the South. I'm hoping the wine there is at least the right colour.

Your title reminded me of the first time I went to visit my Uncle in New Orleans. I grew up in SC, and it's muggy here, but I had never felt such humidity. I remember getting out of the car on the ferry and thinking I'd just had hot wet wool slapped over my face. Never had anything like it.

I hope the rest of your holiday is fun. I've missed you around, kiddo. Lots to tell when you return!