Our annual ski holiday is a mere 5 short days away but it can't come fast enough and then summer can't arrive fast enough. It's only January and I am already seriously sick of winter.
I think I bore up reasonably well in Calgary with day after day of -35 degree temperatures, even with a sinus infection. I was positively cheerful through Victoria's light rain and I was happy to see snow on the ground in Geneva upon our return even with C2's bronchial infection. Murphy and J have romped happily through the snow and ice as Geneva's temperatures dropped below the freezing mark for day after day after day. I donned multiple layers and watched my footing as my runs became somewhat lethal.
But now, we are entering the 21st day or so without so much as a glimpse of sun in the city. I have a sore throat, no ricolas in the house, I am watching the rain rattle against my office windows, and I just found out one of my dearest friends in Geneva is moving to the U.S.
I am officially grumpy.