It seems like every adult I talk to these days is suffering from Seasonal Pissed-Off Disorder. Across campus, around Northfield, and in the corner of the blogosphere I occupy, complaints are rife about the "gray days" (today was pretty sunny), the "long winter" (it's not even March, and we've only had snow since just after Thanksgiving), the "extreme cold" (it was in the 20s today).
Not that people can't hope for spring, but I just want to go on record saying that I wouldn't mind if we were still flirting with freezing and flurries on the first real day of spring. Winter - real winter, with long cold spells, significant snowfalls, good northerly winds, snowmen, white Christmases, sledding and skiing - is a rare thing, and perhaps a phenomenon we will see go extinct in our lifetimes. I think we should relish it while it lasts!
Now please excuse me. It's hard to type in these mittens.