The Winter of My Discontent

Phooey.

Two days into Snow Weather and already the bleak slushy season has grabbed me by the throat and body slammed me down into a wretched mood of discontent. I'm cranky, apathetic and dreading/loathing the months of bitter cold and de-icing-windshield-scrape-athons/snow shoveling at 6 a.m.

Humans should have evolved to hibernate during winter months; it'd make this crappy season a lot more appealing if we could just curl up in the fetal position under a down-filled comforter and sleep for months at a time, and besides, no one would feel guilty about putting on pounds because hey, that's what we're supposed to do for winter reserves. Yeah. That'd be the ticket, wouldn't it?