Marianne: Damn This Winter w/o End
And, yes, I've cussed. And, yes, Bill left on another morning without comment. I'm bettin' even he, the most patient human being on earth, is getting sick of it. If he's not getting sick of the snow, he's surely gettting sick of what dribbles out his wife's mouth every time a new supply comes dripping out of the sky. I told him this morning I was just going to go back to bed, go to sleep and not get up until it's over. He chuckled. I don't know what I hate worse about winter never ending, but there are lots of possibilities that occurred to me on my outdoor travels so far today/Marianne Love, Slight Detour. More here.
Question: What do you hate worse than this winter without end?