The lessons of winter:
1) I fucking hate winter. Still.
2) Winter fucking hates me. It's mutual.
3) No matter how much I try to convince myself I don't hate winter(in some foolish attempt to get through it slightly less painfully), I hate winter as much as ever. Probably even more.
4) As Cassie and God are my witnesses, I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever do a full winter ever, ever, ever, EVER again.
5) 65°F days in January and February are great, until it snows later that same night.
6) No amount of down filled clothing will make me think winter is okay or survivable.
7) The only kind of winter I want is the kind they have in Mexico, Bali, Brazil, and Southern California. Hot and sticky.
8) Winter makes me feel like I'm 80 years old with all the aches and pains that suddenly show up when it's below freezing.
9) Snow is beautiful, in the movies.
10) Winter is what has driven me to travel the world, and for that I am grateful. Sneaky winter! It continues to fuel that ambition. . .
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