Heard from Marlena yesterday and she and Jenia were just pulling up to their local farmers market. She described the people in their brand new and perfectly fitting exercise clothes. They were crisp. They were proud. They had bodies sculpted by personal trainers. Marlena narrated the scene and it struck me that she was experiencing the Florida equivalent of the Connecticut Malaise.

We should write our own DSM.

But then of course there's the rest of Florida... Here's a story of a Cape Coral woman who burned herself up in a bathtub full of gasoline. Who can afford to fill a bathtub with gasoline?