hot fun in the summer time...

well the first week of february is coming to a close and the snow is finally beginning to melt away. this has been one of the coldest winters i've ever experienced. after several weeks where the high temps didn't get over 10, and months where high temps don't get over 30, i think i'm over this one. this winter can go take a hike. i think there are parts of my lawn i haven't seen since november, which seems like decades ago. and this winter has been the polar opposite of last winter. pun intended. last winter i was riding 2 to 3 times a week. on the trail. with temps in the 60s. this winter, the last time i was able to ride was thanksday.

now i generally detest small talk about the weather, but damn, can i get a day over 50 sometime soon? i was looking out the windows at work today, at all the snow that has been there for months, and the only thing i could think of is that within a few short months it's going to be 90 degrees. and i'm going to be complaining about how hot it is. and i thought, "how is this possible?" how weird it is that i live in a place that can go from one extreme temp to another within weeks and months.

maybe i'm getting to old for this. maybe i should start plotting and planning for my florida retirement home/villa/grave site. or maybe i should win the lottery and buy a winter home in arizona. or maybe i should just shut the hell up as there are probably children in minnesota who's dinners are colder than mine.

or maybe my spirit is simply drained. maybe this winter has been especially taxing. maybe the temps this winter have simply amplified the already taxing times. maybe i just need a little sunshine in my life, because right now i feel like joe banks. right now i'm ready to buy some ridicules luggage, drink some orange soda and attempt to throw myself into a volcano.

or maybe right now i should just throw on a sweater, some warmer socks and shut up...

edited to add that within an hour or two of writing this, it snowed again. dag.