I despise, loathe, abhor, and detest winter! Yet here I am, in the clutches of a freezing Canadian snow nightmare in Newfoundland. Snow doesn’t settle here all peaceful, like in those cozy winter scenes pictured on Christmas cards. It falls sideways. With rain.
Actually, this winter isn’t as bad as usual, and it’s only just below freezing tonight. Yet I still find myself using every excuse not to leave the house, so I can sit around wearing the same mustard-stained pyjama pants for two days while flipping through Caribbean travel brochures.
I call this the Winter Slump, and rectify the problem by drinking enough beer that I no longer notice the frostbiting pain in my fingers. But some people really do get depressed during the winter.