Sweaters! Darn it, I want to wear sweaters!

Can someone explain to me why January feels like spring time? I'm starting to believe I fell asleep at some point, hibernated through winter, and now people are trying to cover it up because they know my birthday is this month. It's seriously odd. There should be around 3 inches of snow on, I should not want to go anywhere, there should be no happy bird sounds. Just miserable cold and ice skating.

Spring showers have come early. It's been raining since New Year's Eve. Hasn't stopped yet. It's also been around 60 degrees for the past two weeks. I've got my air conditioner on. This whole "What season is this again?" crap is really starting to bother me. Mostly because I have to keep digging out different clothes.

I realize that this is petty. I realize that I should be glad that I can go to the park and do stuff in January when normally squirrels tails are frozen to trees. However, I am not one to accept change readily and this tropical weather year round is a bit much for me.

Rather than sit in front of my air conditioner protesting though, I'm going to the park. There I will play with that weird velcro ball and mit thing, and watch the apocolypse come.