I used to have very little issue with the cold of winter. I’d bundle up or muscle through it when I was younger. Then, I did the ‘intelligent’ thing and moved to Florida for 4.5 years before moving back to New York. My winter resistance has since been destroyed, but I guess the lucky thing is that it’s been mild winters until this one.
I took this winter in good humor until this weekend. It hasn’t even been a ton of snow for the season. After having gone to college in Upstate New York, I’ve seen some pretty massive snowstorms. It’s the bitter cold that shuts down the human body and makes the mind retreat into its own shadows. Most irritating part is that it was in the 50’s over the weekend and then dropped like bird having a heart attack. I might be paranoid, but weather that jumps around like that cannot be a good sign. It shows some lack of environmental stability, which I’m not science-y enough to figure out. Maybe I’ll ask one of my Tesla-obsessed friends who thinks they’re science-y because they worship a guy once played by David Bowie.
This weather his me annoyed and groggy. I’d love to go back to bed, but I know I have editing to do and I’ve lost so many days already. I have a friend coming over for the weekend, so I can’t play catch up. I have to do one chapter per weekday in order to finish before my son hits spring break next Tuesday. Otherwise, I’ll have to wait a week to get to that last chapter, which will be maddening. I guess a plus side of all this is that it’s too cold to do my biking in the basement. Wait. That’s a down side because I was losing weight and it gave me time to think. I tried yesterday afternoon and was shivering so badly that I caused my surgery wound to start bleeding again. That was during the ‘warm’ part of the day.
To conclude, *profanity below*
Fuck you, winter, and I hope spring is skipped, so the much angrier summer can show up to beat the shit out of you. Your time is over, so pack your fucking snow into a trashbag and go somewhere you’re expected like the arctic. Honestly, how am I supposed to be interested in you returning later this year if you don’t plan on getting the fuck out of my face?