February Farce

Let's forget about the state's economy for a moment...
The weather in Michigan is pure torture.

Nothing new, right? But there is no stretch of the year that illustrates this point more agonizingly, that makes one want to chase a box of thumbtacks with a stiff highball of washer fluid -- straight up -- than the first three months of the year. I mean, I woke up this morning (er, I mean, this afternoon; sorry, hon.) stunned to find that the spring-like thaw that had ushered in four days of warm, cozy temps (albeit somewhat soggy) had been raped, pillaged, and run out of town by a vile and malicious cold front, which not only made getting out of bed (much earlier than I was prepared to do) that much tougher a task, but completely put the kibosh on any designs I may have had on digging my Rollerblades out of the closet for a weekend skate!