Why do I hate this weather, let me count the ways. Here is a description of a typical day.
I get up at 5:00 am. I do this so that I have time to work on my journal. I take a shower, I fix my hair and then I get dressed to go to work. Yes I have a job. First I put on my underwear. Then I put on my long johns and thermal tee. Then I put on my work outfit.
I next head downstairs and feed the cats. If I have a photo job after work I put my camera and heavy as lead lens in my work bag. Then I stick my shoes in the work bag and put on my lined boots with ice walkers. Then I put on my down jacket, hat and scarve and mince out to the car. I drive to the light rail and then try and run while mincing to the train. When I get downtown I get off the train and line up to walk through the one cut through the snow mountain to cross the street. Then I mince through the glare ice to get to the one cut through the snow mountain to cross the street to my job. Once there, I head to the lady's room to take off my clothes, peel off my long underwear, put my clothes back on, and work for eight hours in a high stress job.
Then I go to my photo assignment, take the shots, take the lightrail back home and head out to feed the deer. After that I cook dinner, do the dishes, and drop exhausted into bed In order to start the whole nightmare over the next day.
Oh yes, I do have photo processing deadlines, nervous brides and a horse I don't see, because I can't get there. I promise you, I'm going to do a happy happy dance when it fineally is spring.
Grump, crab, whine, complain.