I’m tired of snow.

I’m tired of complaining about snow.

I’m tired of wearing work boots, down jacket, gloves, and hat to go fetch the mail.

I’m tired of taking my boots off every time I come in the door.

I’m tired of a landscape that reminds me of those cheesey styrofoam rocks they used on the set of the original Star Trek series.

I’m tired of hearing the snow sliding off the roof and making the whole house shake.

But most of all, I’m tired of dosing the dog with Rescue Remedy so we can sleep through the night without her trying to crawl up under the quilt because the snow sliding off the roof freaks her out.