A deep, deep freeze is settling in to this part of the country, and a part of me just wants to let go, to surrender to the cold . . . to give up.

Understatement: Winter freezes my energy sometimes, stifling my free-flowing creativity.

Why wasn’t I born in California?

Why do I live in this frozen land?

Indeed, why does anyone live in this Not-Great White North?

We Canadians are such masochists.

Winter sucks.

Just sayin’ . . .

All empathy and sympathy accepted and appreciated.

— Popsicle Jill