Life ain't so bad. Even at 40 degrees.

My amore mio. Complains. Of a 'cold' snap. In Sardinia. Because the overnight temperatures dip into the 40s. And here I am. In Minnesota. Where we romp. Outdoors. Because it's early spring. Sunny days. Temperatures in the 40s. With predictions of 50s later this week. Maybe even a 60. Yes, my amore mio is spoiled. That's the nature of a Sarda. They live in Paradise. Sometimes without knowing it. Sometimes, I forget, too. I am in Paradise. Because I have my amore mio.  I am able to console. Able to tell her. Life ain't so bad. Even when it's 40-some degrees. --Jim Broede