Normally, I revel in winter weather, as I've loved snow since I was little, and also because I've spent quite a few recent winters in a place where there's a dusting of snow every twenty years or so, and that's it. But this year, I'm ready to see the season end, as I'm geographically back where winter has been a beast this year. I am still not sure if it's just the sheer volume of snow that's made me weary, the fact that it's still around and all gross and dirty, or my emotional state. Probably all three.

Take off winter, I've had enough of ya.