Whiplash

We had a great Thanksgiving break, seeing family, eating lots of good food, trying to corral Sam and Noah on top of our niece and nephew Liza and Eli, and playing on the beach. That's right, we spent our Thanksgiving week in the sand and sun, and the weather was among the best we've ever had. It was in the upper 60s or lower 70s, the water was warm enough to swim for a good 20 minutes before retreating in for hot showers, and though it rained, it only did so at night. This is what we saw every day:
Then we flew home.

We knew Saturday morning that there was a bit of snow falling at home, but you can imagine our feeling after a week of shorts, jumping in the waves, and lounging in the sun to see this out our window this morning:
Talk about whiplash. Welcome back to reality, back to work.

Sigh.