Dear Tempe, AZ,
It's days like today that I am pleasantly reminded why I live here. Nowhere but here in January can one wear flip flops all the day long, drive with the windows down, wind blowing about their curls (while listening to Silversun Pickups), and have to remove the jacket because the sunshine is making it too much to bear. Later on, I walk out into the backyard, and see the dogs playing, the neighbor's citrus hanging over the fence, and the colors of warmth from a slowly dipping sun. The Other Half will soon be home after walking through the still green park from the bus stop. Fridays (and winter in the AZ) doesn't get better than this.