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Hello Hypothermia

The sunshine smiled on us today. As did whatever force of nature was responsible for our 55 glorious degrees, the calm winds, and the rapidly disappearing snow.

But what oh what did we do to deserve tomorrow's agony?! High of 34 early, dropping like an anvil (onto our heads as though we were Wile E. Coyote himself), gale force winds blowing and drifting whatever snow is expected to dump all over us.

Tomorrow night's low? -10

My brain is frostbitten just imagining.

So I'm escaping. If only to my virtual portal to tropical island wonderment.

You can too. Click here for a directory of popular beachcams from such places (and their forecast high temps for tomorrow) as:

St. Croix -- 81
Nassau -- 74
St. Lucia -- 82
Cayman Islands -- 80
Aruba -- 86 (but it'll feel like 92)

And take heart. Only about 120 days until Iowa's average high temp reaches 80 degrees. (I hope you live farther south than I do.)

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