Nov 16 2008
The first snow
So, I think today is officially the first snow. I mean I am no weatherman but I do not remember snowflakes before today. I have lived in Chicago for five years. Before that I lived in Wisconsin and Minnesota. I am used to cold and snow. After all, I have endured 28 winters. But, I truly hate cold weather.
I don’t know if its the snow so much. It’s the sub-zero bitter cold, the days that end at 3 in the afternoon, the disappearance of the sun for months, or the fact that it never seems to end.
Many people romanticize the first snow. I have had 28 first snows. Enough is enough. All I think of when I see the first snow is the slow, steady, onslaught of seasonal-affect disorder. And given that I am a heartbeat away from needing electro-shop therapy (I mean it is Sunday), I do not think things will end well.
I think I need to move. But, if I cannot complain about the weather, what will I do? Go outside and breath fresh air? The Spinsta does not do fresh air. And besides, it is socially acceptable to gain weight around this time, and colder climates have higher thresholds of appropriate added girth. I guess I will just get one of those faux-sun lamps from Brookstone.
