Only 130 Days Until This Fucking Winter Dies

I have decided to introduce a new feature to this here blog of mine, a countdown till this terrible winter ends.

Yeah, I know, this terrible winter hasn't even started and it certainly hasn't been that terrible yet.

But it will be terrible. You know it and I know it.

So, in the virtual pages of this blog, I plan to chronicle our inexorable slouch toward spring.

D-day is April 10, chosen in honor of the Indians home opener.

Yes, I recall that winter travesty in 2007 when the Indians had to play in Milwaukee for the first part of the season because the then-Jake was a snow mound. That isn't the point. This decision is all about symbol. I mean, I could go with my birthday in June as the end of winter, but that's a little bit of overkill, isn't it.

So anyway, here we are, post #1 out of an uncertain number of posts. So far, no cars stuck in ditches, no blizzards trapping me in unwelcome places, no breaking up with people because the weather has me depressed, no nothing. Yet. But it will come.

And, hopefully, so will spring.