I live and write in the great, white, cold north, where the winters are long and the snows are deep and frequent. It takes a far hardier person than me to endure the endless winter months without heading south for an extended period of time to, as someone near and dear to me once described it, “tan my tonsils.” This winter, I headed down to enjoy the warmth of Florida, where I linger a bit on into early spring as I recover from the stress of our major law firm merger. Since my time here is "extended," I continue to work—but I do it remotely.
Originally published March 26, 2012
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