February is the hardest time of the year for me. I hate winter. I hate the cold, the late sunrises and early sunsets, the cold, laying on sweaters and socks to step outside for 5 seconds, shoveling snow and the cold. I hate it all.
So by February I'm all ready for spring. As in, wearing short sleeves under my coat because I'm sick of sweaters. As in, going outside with my coat unzipped, sans gloves, because I'm sick of coats and gloves and scarves. I do this every February, which is ridiculous, because February is a bad month in Pennsylvania. I know this. I know the temperatures aren't getting above freezing, I know the snow is coming, but I. Am. So. Sick. Of. Winter.
That is all.