Spring but Not Really

I’ve done a little… okay, a lot of complaining lately about the weather. It’s cold, it’s dark, I can’t feel my fingers, my nostrils are frozen, blah, blah, blah. But now that we’re officially into Spring, it’s still cold, and will probably remain so forever.

Face covers and shoe spikes are the latest fashion on post-apocalyptic snow planets.

During our last snow storm, I actually changed my Facebook profile photos to reflect the cold and snow and coldness. I just couldn’t kid myself anymore about warm weather. I was convinced that I would be marooned in a wasteland forever, kind of like Khan but with snow storms instead of sand storms. Worst of all, I wouldn’t have a bunch of genetically-engineered lackeys in my service and I’m not strong enough to pick up Walter Koenig. But I digress.

Lately things have gotten a bit weird. It gets all sunny outside and things look really pretty, and spring-timey, and lovely and warm… but when you run out there in your underpants you discover that it’s all a trick, it’s not warm at all, and you have to hurry back inside before you’re consumed in a catastrophic eruption of goose bumps. New England, you’re an awful, dishonest temptress. And you’re mean.

Still, I’ve been (sort of) faithful in getting out there to run. It’s not the kind of frequency I would prefer, but it’s apparently enough to drop me down a size. Yep, that’s right. I can wear my Previous Size Jeans now. I actually lost (a little) weight over the winter. So take that, Mother Nature! In your face!