….Meh.

It just. Keeps. Snowing. And it’s not special. And it’s not cute. I’m entering my seventh year in NYC and I don’t remember ever being so deeply annoyed by the Winter. Usually it kind of comes and goes, you wear sweaters, you’re cold a little bit, no bigs, but this Winter seems particularly long, mean and irksome. I fantasize bout iced coffees, flip flops and back sweat.

Annndddd I’ll talk to you in seven months when I am similarly complainy about the Heat.

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