I admit it.

I am a weather wimp.

I own a fluffy animal print coat and matching hat even though temperatures normally only drop below freezing a few days out of the year. And I adore it.

I sleep with an afghan on top of my heavy winter blanket with the heater on.

I have a space heater to help me stay warm when I step out of the shower.

I need warmth and sunshine that is not blinding due to a bunch of white stuff all over the ground, streets and roof-tops.

All of my wimpiness is causing rolling outages in my hope, generosity and openness leaving me grumpy, sarcastic and a five-star generally sour person.

When will Spring start and I can switch to bitching about just the rain or lack there of?