The chorus of winter haters is loud; the voices come from many throats. Mine is just another depressed expression of exasperation piling onto the mounds of misery all around.
So it should come as no surprise that I secretly cursed the pleasant man calling from San Diego who heartily told me to “Hang in there. You’ve just got under two months to go!”
OK, I didn’t just secretly curse him. I openly gave him an energetic one-finger salute as he spoke.
When all calls are Skyped or otherwise video-chatted, a valuable outlet for juvenile but altogether satisfactory self-expression will be forever lost.