I know it's not just me. Everyone I know is complaining about this really long, boring, cold, miserable winter. We got a LOT of snow early on -- not so much right now, but it seems like it's been really, REALLY cold for a long time.
I don't know about you, but I'm FED UP!
Personally, I'll take the cold over snow. We had a bit of a thaw a while back and the snow that's fallen hasn't hung around. The sun now melts it on the driveway, which is wonderful. And every day we're creeping closer and closer to spring.
I've got two "events" scheduled for this month--and many more next month, but I'm not worried about those. Scheduling anything in winter is iffy. Will it snow? Will we have an ice storm? If it snows will people come out anyway because they've got cabin fever, or because of the economic slump, is supporting a local author the farthest thing from their minds? (It sure helps that I'm pushing a paperback, and not a hardcover this time out. My hardcover signing last fall was brutal.)
I have a big window in my office, an although my view of the sky is pretty much obliterated by the 25' arborvitae that ring the yard, I can see a small section of sky. As I write this, there're big fluffy clouds in a gorgeous blue sky. When it's clear like this, it's cold--ten degrees, with a wind chill of -5. It's garbage day and I had to haul out the two cans and the two recycle bins, and let me tell you, I was a Popsicle when I came back in the house.
Spring is now 17 days away.
It can't come soon enough for me.