I know I've said it before… but I'm going to say it again — I hate winter. I loathe it with every ounce of my cellular existence. I happen to live in an area where January and February are ruthless bitches of winter's folly. Today happens to be a perfect example of why I bemoan the season.
The electricity just, not five seconds ago, managed to zap out. Again. This is the third time since this morning. The lines aren't dealing well with the 60 mile per hour wind gusts that have battered them for the last 8 hours. I am desperately attempting to finish a lengthy powerpoint presentation that's due Tuesday. No electricity, no project. Thank goodness for the small generator that I have attached to my computer. I've dealt with the hurricane-force wind problem many times before, hence the technological insight.
I think the wind is what I despise the most. It's destructive, noisy, and lowers the chill in the air to negative numbers. It'll cut you in two, I swear to God. It'll drag tears from your eyes and leave your ears completely numb. Forget the hat or earmuffs — the wind will yank those off you, too… right after it punches you in the face, blinds you with your own hair, and takes your breath away.
It's as clear as it's ever been — I am destined to get out of here.
The relentless wind just stole the electricity again.
Bitches. I am in winter hell.