Hello, March! Nice to see ya!
You know, as much as I love the Winter, this year I am incredibly pleased to welcome the Spring. Heck, I'm even looking forward to Summer, and that's a huge deal. I hate hot. I hate feeling hot. I hate sweating because it's hot. Anything above 75 degrees Fahrenheit makes me miserable.
But after this Winter... Oh, this Winter... It was colder than it has been for as long as I can remember. Sure, Nashville was the tiny little speck of green surrounded by a sea of white (see below), but while we didn't get the precipitation that 80% (grumblegrumble) of the rest of the country received, we did, however, get what the meteorologists called "bitter cold." And bitter it was.
Granted, Nashville's idea of bitter cold is in the single digits (e.g. 5-6 degrees Fahrenheit) whereas in places further north like Michigan, Wisconsin, and - you know - Canada, bitterness doesn't really come around until you get into the negatives. Shut up, …