My response was classic Sassafras: "I have declared winter to be over."
This led to the rolling of eyes and the general suggestion that willpower does not determine seasonal change. T's obvious command of meteorological facts not withstanding, I really, really want winter to be over. In pursuit of that, I generally conduct myself as if my will is a fair substitute for reality. It is on this basis that I have begun to pack away my wool sweaters and winter clothing, liberating spring-weight sweaters and t-shirts in their stead. Sandals and flats are replacing tights and winter shoes.
Naturally, Mother Nature is not amused. And the forecast for the next 48 hours calls for snow, ice, frigid wind, and the low temps to sustain it all. Happily, I haven't burned my mittens or winter coat. Unhappily, I wish that I could.
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