To Heck With Winter

It's a bright sunny day. However the wind is howling, making the present 30 degrees Fahrenheit feel even colder.

The cold weather and I are not the best of friends. That is why you will never find me complaining about the summer heat and its accompanying New England-style high humidity.

Let's face it. I love the heat. I am most happy when I am warm and toasty and get to wear the minimal clothing.

I would be very happy living in a much warmer climate.

In fact I revelled in Arizona, where the temperature remained consistently in the low 100s. Coming home to a 40 degree difference did not sit well with me. If I could, I would go back to that desert in a heart beat.

As you may have guessed, I am not one of these people who enjoys the transition of the four seasons.

Not me. No way.

Give me a place where the only precipitation is rain. And give me a place where my fingers won't get stiff and numb from the cold.

Right now my cold, stiff, and numb fingers are counting of the months until the warm weather arrives.