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?