I fucking hate winter...

I went hiking with my father down the Appalachian trail one summer. It rained one of the days, we had like a 13 mile hike that day, somewhere in Virginia. I'm pretty out of shape. When we got to the shelter at the end of the hike, I was wet, cold and exhausted. I also couldn't stop shivering. I was in my sleeping bag, with dry changes of clothing, lots and lots of layers, and still freezing. I had apparently exhausted myself to the point where I couldn't warm myself up.

I'd love winter, normally. Freezing air is invigorating to me in small doses. Also comfortable beds and that melting feeling when you walk from freezing cold into heated rooms is awesome. The only thing that sucks, which trumps any possible bonus is the potential that I might need to shovel my car out of snow at 5am so I can catch a 6am train which may or may not be on time due to those same weather conditions. When I return at between 6:30 and 7pm, there is the possibility of having to shovel my car out yet again in order to drive home through wet, slippery, icy slush. The potential for massive suck is there.

Jam it back in, in the dark.