If it does, Lisa, I have yet to find it.  It does have a "here-you-go-honey" button, though ;)

I can't do 17 degrees, Julie.  I would freeze to death with my thin desert blood.  You can bet that I will keep these little ones right next to me so I don't miss anything along the way.  Come see us if those temperatures don't start seeing the other side of freezing pretty soon!

A perfectly wonderful dream, Jennifer.  Thanks for mentioning the boys.  They keep me young even when they make me old.  Sleeping at the foot of an old tree in the sun's warmth is something every man, woman and child should experience.  Pure bliss.  Of course, there is always the allure of getting pelted by the rain with arms outstretched as you alluded.  Lying in nature's bed and receiving whatever she has to offer is rejuvenating.

-30, Jesse?  That's it?  You might have to write your own one of these ;)

It is hotter than blazes in the summer, Adam, but much more bearable than the sticky heat you find elsewhere.  I'll take 115 and dry as a bone over 95 degrees with 95% humidity.  That's just brutal.  Like throwing on a cotton sweatsuit and stepping into a sauna.  For those with thick Eastern blood, such as yourself, escape is only an hour an a half away.  Northern AZ rises about 7000 feet in elevation in that distance, making for temps that are often 25-35 degrees cooler.  Don't fear the sun, Adam!  It's your friend. 

There's always room for one more, Rick.  Hop on that plane and forget about the cold for awhile.  Play some golf, climb a mountain, sleep under a tree ... whatever floats your boat!

That is a wild swing, Dan.  I can only imagine that there will be a bunch of folks destined to be under the weather with such gyrations in the weather patterns.  As for us, looks like another 67-68 degrees today.

Great to see you, William.  Thanks for your kind thoughts.  You know I consider you a friend as well, and it is always a pleasure to see your name pop up in my comments.  I've got some catching up to do on your blog.

We'll see, Marlene.  I think the biggest inhibitor to me ever running a marathon is knowing full well that I could do it.  Seems like a lot of time committed to something that I know would be challenging, but not necessarily unobtainable.  A little quirk of my personality is that I tend to ignore challenges that seem feasible in favor of spectacularly unrealistic pursuits. 

You've always got a friendly place to visit when someday comes, Kelly.  Let me know if you ever make it this way and I'll be an eager tour guide.

Thank you, Elizabeth.  I love that picture, too.  It's even better that my youngest is shrieking his head off.  What a clear demonstration that even the most idyllic moments are fleeting and should be savored while they last.  Thanks for always dropping in with nice things to say about my writing.

Hi, Martin.  I am well far away from my place of Arrgh!  A mellow moment under a big tree tends to do that to a person.  If you ever feel like getting away from that snow for a few days, give me a buzz. 

Bend my ear anytime, Vanessa.  The Southwest is ready for you to come home.

Alan, thank you, my man.  It will always be home, regardless of where life takes me.

I can think of far worse places than The Princess, Chrissy.  I'm about 10 minutes South via the Loop 101.  I'd love to field that call if you ever feel like looking at some local investments.  Of course, you can also look me up the next time you're in town just to grab a cup of coffee and say hello.