(To those of you in sunny Florida or So Cal, this column is not for you. Iâ??ve seen your weather report, and because of that, I have to confess the sin of envy.)
As I write this column in mid-February, I am winter-sick. (Note to reader: Before some of you write in, complaining that â??winter-sickâ? is not a word, I already know that. But since the literary geniuses of the world have proven incapable of inventing a word that means â??exhausted and/or disgusted by the very idea of abridged days, frigid weather, and the omnipresence of ice, snow, and frostâ? my word coinage will have to suffice as the currency of complaint.)
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