The winter of 2008-2009 wasn’t really but it felt that way. My personal rule is to not complain about things that I cannot control, like weather. But this winter felt so long and so cold, unrelenting after the last few winters of mild weather. My father was ill and I felt he would never improve until the weather turned. I walk outside now that the weather is beautiful and it feels so odd to not be bundled in coats, sweaters, and boots. My relief at surviving the winter is profound.
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