The worst part isn’t my frozen toes or numb fingers (we had, stupidly, socked all the boots and gloves away in the attic assuming that Spring was finally here), but the fact that I couldn’t spend the day in front of my laptop. It’s enough to make you want to pour a hot bath and leap in while holding a toaster. It snowed, literally, all day with the sky a dark gray and the temperature never exceeding 30. Any heavier or wetter and it would have been classified as slush. Yesterday–April 15th–I spent a couple hours outside, only this time I was shoveling the heaviest, wettest snow there is.
Like all warm and sunny days that occur after months of being perpetually chilled–even while indoors, mind you–it felt like a miracle.
Last Tuesday–April 10th if you don’t have a calendar–I was wearing shorts and short sleeves while working outside in mid-60 (Fahrenheit) degree temps. If you’re one of those folks who live in a perpetually sunny clime and think Seasonal Affective Disorder is something conjured up by the weirdos in flyover country to explain why people on Fargo ain’t that bad, let me introduce you to weather in Wisconsin.
