Winter, Cruel Mistress

Every year, the winters get longer and my patience for them grows shorter.

Frozen rain leads to sleet, sleet to snow, snow to blizzards.

I've been told I'm not a true Chicagoan because I have no tolerance for the -40F Februarys.

I woke up last April to find that my girlfriend had closed all the drapes. "It's snowing again, honey." Understood.