January 18, 2014. Miami, Florida. Chilly Weather.

Our hotel is lovely. We can see the cruise ships from our windows. After checking in and eating a last lunch with Dave and Irene, Ken and I entered our room and felt chilly, and as the thermometer was registering 67 degrees, we really were chilly. Ken turned on the heat but after an hour, the room was still not getting warm, so I called the front desk to tell them that the heater in the room was not working. The lady on the other end of the phone just laughed and said, "You are in Miami. It is never cold in Miami. The hotel has no heat". And she laughed and sent up a portable heater. Now Ken is sitting right in front of the heater, while I have kept warm reading in bed. Last evening, Dave wanted to go out for a last supper but we over ruled him. We still had left over ham and cheese along with crackers, so we four ate a nourishing dinner sitting in our motel room eating out of plastic bags. Ken drank a beer, which we had brought, and the rest of us drank water. To make it worse, Ken and I were wearing our nightshirts. But we four enjoyed our dinner together but we all decided that we had eaten enough ham to last us for the next six months, even though the ham was excellent. Our two weeks in Florida was pleasant and restful. Now Dave and Irene fly north to the cold, while Ken and I cruise south, getting progressively warmer. I suspect that sooner or later, it will be hot. But tonight, it is chilly in Miami.