I guess somebody was listening to my recent whine. For the last two mornings I’ve gone out to my car to find the windshield covered with 2-3mm of ice, to say nothing of the cold rain that has deterred me from cutting up the tree branches cluttering the front yard.

Today I was also very nearly treated to a no-hands faceplant into the office door, thanks to an invisible, gelid, low-friction sheet of dihydrogen monoxide coating the walkway. So to the powers that be: thank you for the cold weather, and, ha ha, yes, I’ve enjoyed your little exercises in irony. Now can I just have some plain vanilla cold air? You didn’t have to be dicks about it.