It's cold, drizzly and grey outside. Despite the fact that Spring is technically supposed to start tomorrow, it still feels like a long way off. I really shouldn't be complaining, we've had one of the mildest winters I can ever remember, but I can't wait for summer. I'm one of those people who'd prefer to be sweating bullets over a little chilly any day of the week. I make for a ridiculous Canadian.
This is the time of year when we're all getting a little impatient, even if we don't realize it. On nicer days when the kids are out playing in the streets they're rude and rambunctious. People are tailgating each other in their cars, impatient for no particular reason. We're all sick of waiting, sick of being cooped up inside and nearing our breaking points. And this drizzly weather feels more like fall than spring, which is just depressing.
The weather forecast only goes five days into the future, and the next five days are a mix of rain and snow, grey and dreary. I realize it won't last forever, but when it's all that's in the forecast it's enough to make you want to hide under the covers. Which is where I'm hanging out for the time being. I have the fireplace on, a movie playing on the TV, and a hot chocolate nestled in my hand. And I'm not coming out until spring. (Except to go to work. A girl needs to eat).