At the beginning of this winter, I took a vow to stop complaining constantly about the cold. Which I managed, for the most part. I managed completely online, and only muttered to Jeff about the cold a few times (mostly in the vein of, "damn, the bed's cold.")
I've been a good girl.
So, today, the first day of spring, I shake my tiny fist at the current 41 degrees and raining (it was fracking sleeting on campus earlier), and the predicted high of 44 tomorrow, and ask where the hell the warm weather is.