The only reason why I don't complain more is because I've come to despise blizzards and snow over the years. So I guess this is the alternative, and I really shouldn't complain.
And, nothing grows during the winter--everything's dead. So I guess I really, really shouldn't complain.
And I don't have the white bedspread out during the winter, which I really love because it's so summery. So, I guess I really just shouldn't complain.
Plus, it makes sense to eat popsicles during the summer, but not the winter. And sometimes I really want a popsicle during the winter, but it's not worth it because then it's so damn cold.
I think the heat is supposed to break tonight? I'll just be grateful for my air conditioning and try not to complain.