I detest winter and all that it brings. We don't really get deep snow anymore, not like I remember from childhood. (Wow, do I sound old, or what!) But the cold and the sleet and the frost, and most of all the ice storms that coat the landscape with half an inch of pure ice, yuck. I don't have a garage, and have to scrape my car windows just about every morning in the winter.
On top of that, I have always been very sensitive to the cold. Even as a child, I have always been the coldest person in the room. 70 is cold to me. I wear jeans and long sleeves in summer. (One person at work said that it's because "vegetarians have nothing inside of them." Yes, those exact words. Nevermind that, although I don't eat a lot of meat, I am not a vegetarian, (though thinking more and more about that lately) and also, I'm pretty sure I'm a little heavier than I need to be, and I *think* I've got some organs or something inside.)
I have arthritis in my hands, knees, and feet, so very cold days are literally painful to me. I'm pretty depressed through most of winter, just from being cold and achy.
