A large Caribbean please, extra sandy. And hold the hurricanes!

This morning, still half asleep I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Upon groggily shambling in I noticed that it was unusually well-lit for that time of day and wondered whether I'd forgotten to turn off the light last night or something similar. After a while during which my neurons connected with the speed comparable only to that of a glacier I realized that the source of the strange illumination was in fact the morning sun streaming through the window. Yep. You know it's winter when this kind of stuff starts happening. As there is no canned sunlight I think I need some rum. Or a Long Island Iced Tea. Or both.