Winter Rant
I'm so done with winter. It is currently 13 degrees with a windchill of 7. (Metric system folks, that's about -10, -13 with the wind.) But that's probably the least of all my complaints with regards to this season. I can tolerate December, because although Christmas has become an overcommercialized to the point of annoyance, at least it's a few days off of work and the night is lit up by festively decorated houses. Plus all my friends come 'home' for the holidays. And then the New Year arrives, an it's business as usual, the houses go dark, the friends leave town. And then it's just winter. Depressing, dark winter. Most days are met with grey skies, for the few hours it's actually daylight. I know it could be worse, but having it be dark by 5pm does not thrill me. My bills increase because I have to run the heat and much more electricity than the rest of the year. For all intents and purposes (yeah, just recently found out it's not "all intensive purposes") there is no more football, as the Bears suck. Baseball is months away, now that the Jordan era is over basketball is no longer a sport, and I've never cared for hockey. I never want to go out at night because it's cold and depressing. My wonderful backyard is useless - the garden has died off, the fish pond has been dismantled and the deck furniture and yard swing are packed away. And did I mention the snow? It's beautiful when I can cozy up in front of the fireplace on the weekend with a mug of hot chocolate and watch it fall, but does that ever actually happen? Of course not. Snow around here is programmed to only fall during rush hour when I'm stuck driving in it. Or overnight, so poor Greg has to get up at the crack of dawn to clear the driveway so my wonderful snow hating car won't get stuck in it. Grumble.