That is a lie, though it is a catchy song from "Frozen." Anyone who is living in the Midwest, Northeast, and parts of the south knows that this is the winter from hell (resiting the urge to type the winter of our discontent). This morning, it was -7 degrees with wind chills approaching -25 degrees. That is ridiculous. Of course, this is an abnormal winter, and just two years ago, we had the warmest one in a long time, when people were wearing shorts in the Super Bowl Village in February. but I am just about at my the end of my tether when it comes to winter in general.
I'm actually the type of person that runs warm. So, I'm running around with a light jacket or a hoodie well into the 30s. I've walked to work in a short sleeved shirt when it was 42 degrees out, and I still started to sweat. I also don't own a blanket. I sleep with only a sheet in the dead of winter. I would much rather be cold and warm up, than warm and try to cool down, and in the summer, I sweat like the proverbial whore on nickle night.
Ideally for me, I would live in a place where the temperature swings from maybe the 20s to the 80s, but unfortunately, my dream places to live never really approach that: Washington DC, Chicago, and New York, in that order. I suppose Denver would be interesting (and colder), but I really have little interest living anywhere west of the Mississippi.
I just know that before we know it the birds will be chirping and the leaves will be bursting forth, but right now, I just want to punch Mother Nature in the throat.
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