Sixty-five degree weather, at 9am, on a March morning…not so bad, right??? Wrong. I have a serious case of nostalgic heebie jeebies today. What I would do to switch places and be in the 40 degree weather, in Boston, is almost scary. I think it is funny how you can be in one place, perfectly content, and still miss another like it is your right kidney. Emotions are weird. I will go now and embrace my perfect contentment, without a right kidney.