There's a threat of sleet and ice today, so it means that because Texans are not used to it, I should not be out. Well, that's when I like to go out; when I am told not to. When I was in Cebu walking in the heat and fumes of pollution, all I dreamed was being in the cold back in the US. So the cold is here. And I miss the heat. And the ocean. And my farm. And I wish I know what I want in life.