Cheryl was headed out the door early this morning to take Adam to a soccer game, and I felt compelled to give her a warning. A Floridian for most of my life, I’m almost certain these words never crossed my lips before:

“Be careful, there may be ice on the roads.”

It came out so naturally, you’d think it was a memory encoded in my DNA – from generations of ancestors living in much colder climates. It was a really odd experience.

I don’t mean to make light of the much, much worse conditions folks faced in other parts of the country. I hope you don’t take any offense.