So I woke up this morning to a mere 37 degrees outside. It had dipped below freezing during the night. I’d know that even if it weren’t for the weather reports, because when I was on my way to work I saw this:
God, I hate cold weather. I’ll admit that what we call “winter” isn’t a patch on what happens elsewhere, but that’s part of the point, really. I dislike the cold intensely. I can’t wait until summer. By which I mean February.