Have you ever heard someone say something like "winter is better than summer because you can always put on more clothes when you're cold"?
I get this
in theory, used to believe it a little bit myself even. And this is all well and good if you stay inside all the time and/or you live somewhere where you need to drive minimally or otherwise have your lifestyle hampered by the weather.
I don't mind bundling up for going to work or running errands, and there's a certain romance to barhopping in Pittsburgh before a game on a Saturday, like nomads in the Ukraine going door-to-door for succor. And I love a nice Winter Wonderland™ around Christmas, strolling through Market Square through the holiday booths whilst a gentle snow falls.
But trying jogging in a foot of snow or under 30 degrees Fahrenheit.
Try spending the Christmas holiday week alone because your family got six feet of snow.
Literally.
It gets *** old. Bring on spring.