As you read this, I am crying in a plane on my way home from Jamaica. Well, maybe not really. But probably. While our vacation may be over, this quick little trip was just what the Doctor ordered (and by Doctor, I mean myself.) The good news is, it’s practically beach season back in Pensacola, so the bright sun should dry my tears quickly. In the meantime, and especially all of my frozen friends up North, let’s all stare at these palm trees. Feeling warmer yet?