We're back from our Christmas trip to St. Louis. I'm going to write up a detailed account, but I need a half day to recharge first.
I will say, though, that it was freaking COLD in St. Louis. It was the kind of cold that when you get out of your car it punches you right in the face, then runs after you slapping your cheeks and pinching your ears as you sprint across the parking lot and yelp for mercy. Once you're inside to wherever you're going, it just stands back there on the other side of the automatic doors and points at you, mouthing "I know you have to come back out here. And when you do, you're mine, California boy." It then bares its pearly white teeth and paces back and forth until you have to go back out and dash for the car again.
At least it couldn't follow us back home to San Diego. Thank goodness.