I’m done with winter.
I know it’s still February. I know winter goes through March (no matter what Phil predicts).
But regardless of what the calendar or the prognosticating Groundhog say, I’m ready to put my winter coat away. Far, far away.
Yes, yes, I know that by August I will be screaming for cool-itude, but right now my bones are cold. And I don’t have solar heated socks.