I'm sure if I lived in Minnesota or Pennsylvania or somewhere in New England I would be sick of winter too, and would be giddy thinking about all the things I was going to do outside once it got warmer.
But I don't. I live in Texas (which all things considered is a pretty good place to live). Yesterday it hit 82 degrees here, and I broke a sweat. Just thinking about what's to come debilitates me.
I'm Soooooo over summer.
What's that? It's just now Spring? Summer won't even arrive for three more months? DOH!
Maybe I need a motor home so I can just keep moving along, chasing cool comfortable weather wherever it goes. I suppose it's just my inner Don Quixote tilting at windmills again.