This about the time of year when winter behaves like the beloved house guest that has overstayed their welcome. You know the type. Things start off really well - it's great seeing them again and catching up on old times. You radiate in the coziness they bring with them - hauling out the blankets and DVDs you're too busy to watch in summer. Copious amounts of tea (and chocolate!) are consumed as you settle in together over dark and cold nights. Things are fine. Things aren't perfect but you adjust to the dry skin, runny noses, the cold, cold car, and scarves wrapped around your face so only your eyes peek out. But then, after FIVE months of this, you start to feel annoyed and grumpy. The faults of the unwanted house guest are noticed and annoying. You don't want the cold, cold car and dry skin and sweaters any longer. The parka has played its part, but it is time, now, to part. There are no hard feelings, and without a doubt, the houseguest will return. They always do. A send off is in order, encouraged even, with a comforting bowl of lentils and potatoes.
