Ok ladies, don't fall off your chair laughing if I tell you that we had a chilly 66 this early morning. The temperature discomfort lasted 5 minutes for me. In fact, my feet were complaining so loudly that I couldn't feel the cold during my 4 miles power walk, even though I was in a tropical shorts and top.
I keep on forgetting that my poor feet are 78, like me, and tired of carrying me around while I act like as if I'm still in my 60s! To add salt to injury, the podiatrist told me the other day that he would not touch my bunions because he would not operate on anyone over 65. Useless man!
Oh, about my Bingo card, I still have a whole row of pristine, i.e. un-daubed, numbers. It's nice to look at.