Last year, before winter even started, we were hearing predictions that our area wouldn't have any real winter weather until February...wow, they nailed that one.
Went to bed Monday to a dusting of snow and crystal clear skies and woke up on Feb. 1st to eight inches of snow and colder weather than we've had here in something like 25 years. By that night I had a broken water pipe and a near brush with frost bite.
It's official: I hate winter. I really, really do. I don't ski, or snowboard, and I hate being cold. Remember that scene in Unforgiven where the fat deputy is asking the others if they'd rather be shot when it's warm or when it's cold? "Everything hurts worse when it's cold," he observes. I'm with him.