It's cold. Very, very cold.

It's cold out there. I've never lived through a winter colder than this one. But I guess I shouldn't be whining about it: at least it's not a hot summer. I would rather have a freezing cold winter than a blistering hot summer; it's just easier to warm up than to cool off. A warm blanket, or blow $12 bucks to get into a community pool that's already chock full of screaming kids, half-naked old people, and swimsuits that are more like tissues than aquatic clothing. Then again, most clothing is looking that way these days. Just watch the Oscars.