I’m used to winter. We have it here every year. In the past we’ve had some mild winters and some average winters — but this winter? It has been a harsh and long, long winter. And I’ve fucking had it.

The notion of spring has been one big, long tease. On Sunday it was 65 degrees out. Crazy, above-normal temperatures for a single-day freak occurrence. Now today it’s 25 and snowing. Again. Sure, all the snow melted over the past few days, but what good is that when another blast of snow comes along and coats everything yet again? I am sick of brushing snow off my car. Sick. And. Tired. All I’m asking for are some days in the 40s with some sunshine. Even 38 would do. Doesn’t have to be 60-plus degrees or even 50-plus. Just get me out of the 20s and low 30s, for crying out loud.

Seriously, it feels like it has snowed twice every single week this winter. Now, maybe that’s nothing to you die-hard winterers out there. But I’m fed up. Usually it snows and then we get stretches where it’s just cold, and not snowing, snowing, snowing. A local news story last week (the last time it snowed YET AGAIN) said that the snow plows have been out about twice as often this year as last year. And last year was an average winter, not a mild one.

Thinking about it, I seem to recall that I wrote a similar blog about the cold and the snow a few months back. Well, winter has gone on so long this year that I forgot about that bitch-session until just right now, because it’s such ancient history.

Spring, dammit, spring. Get here already. Please.