If the last few days are any sort of preview of coming attractions for the winter that lies stretched out before us, I can pretty much predict that it's going to be a long, cold, depressing season. I, for one, am already counting the days until April!
It's not that there aren't certain charms to winter - the first snow, the holiday season, the .... Hmm, I appear to be stuck and can't think of anything else! On the other hand, I could probably rattle off a laundry list of what is not charming about winter - the bitter cold, the high cost of heating, the slippery and dangerous roads, the shorter days and longer nights, the Seasonal Affectiveness Disorder that really takes hold sometime in February, the bulky coats, the wet boots that track snow and ice through the house, the ... well, you get the idea!
Every year about this time is when I start asking myself why it was that I moved back to Connecticut from California . What was I thinking? As much as I enjoy fall, I truly dislike winter and, if you can believe the folks at Ye Olde Farmer's Almanac, it's going to be another bone-chilling-way-too-much-fuel-burning-break-your-back-shoveling kind of season.
Oh joy ... I'm already depressed about it and winter doesn't even officially start for another 23 days. And just for the record that makes April 1st a distant 92 days away!