My brother is in the air. He won't get here until 2 but he has to switch planes in Phoenix and there is a time change so the trip seems longer to me than it should. I'm going out on the light rail to meet him at baggage claim. It's just so much easier to ride out and back than it is to pick him up in the car. Plus there's a nice, long, flat walk between the airport and the train. So tracking points!
It's supposed to be between 45 and 50 degrees and sunny the whole time he's here. He thinks that's very cold. Most of the week in his town (Georgetown, TX) will be in the 60's but today they are showing a high of 82! Holy fuck it's January. That is not right. I overheard him telling a customer yesterday how much he was looking forward to the cold. Now having just checked their temperatures, I get it.
I'm in the middle of another excellent book. I'd never heard of Wallace Stroby but his Crissa Stone series looked interesting and, sure enough, the first in the series, is, indeed, very good. Cold Shot to the Heart. Crissa is a professional thief which is a fun twist. But the best part is that there are already 3 more in the series already banked. Nice.