I happen to like winter. No, that isn't entirely accurate.
I LOVE WINTER! I love snow. I love snowstorms. I love winter, pure and simple. Because I love winter and I love snow, I live in Chicago, though oftentimes I spend a portion of the winter bemoaning how those lucky people in Indiana and Buffalo, New York get all the good snow. I am at my happiest when it is snowing like a scene from The Long Winter.
I don't understand Chicagoans -- particularly TV weatherpersons in Chicago. I'm not exaggerating -- at the very first hint that so much as a flake of snow could possibly fall from the sky they start running around in front of the camera screaming, "Oh my G-d! We're all going to die!" The next thing I know people are stalking around, whispering, asking if it's possible the office might close early "because of the weather". Complete strangers expect me to empathize as they moan and groan about it being a "freezing" 28 degrees.
This is Chicago, people! Man up! Quit your bellyachin' and grow a pair! We don't go home early because it might snow! We don't even go home early if it DOES snow. The worst thing that could happen is we get snowed in and end up sleeping under our desks, which, far from being the end of the world, builds character! Try to look on the bright side! If we do all sleep under our desks, I bet the firm will bring in breakfast!
This week we are expecting a blast of arctic air, with daytime high temperatures hovering at the -2 degree mark. And I have a response to every person who feels entitled to bitch and moan.
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven..." So shut up already.