It's no secret that I am a self-diagnosed sufferer of seasonal affective disorder. Days and weeks of the flat gray Ohio sky wear on me. The specific characteristics of this weather did not become obvious to me until I lived in Seattle for a couple of years. Sure, it rains a lot in the winter, but days below freezing are few, evergreens are, well, ever green, and most importantly, the sun tends to peek out most days at one elevation or another. It's not like the crap here.
Today will be our first day reaching 60 degrees. It goes back to shit during the week, but it's that promise of a warm and sunny future that I cling to. As I've said before, I really love the summers here, with the heat and humidity. It's Florida-like even. And of course, the amusement parks are open, which isn't just a fun thing for me, but also for Simon.
March is the last challenge. A few more weeks, and we will have turned the corner. Can't wait for thunderstorms, opening day at Cedar Point, open windows and sipping beverages in the hot tub wit a warm breeze.
I wouldn't rule out any short vacations before that.
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