The "Icks"

A good old fashioned case of "the Icks." We all know what I am talking about. It's that winter feeling you get when the days are all running together as a mass of grey and your house is starting to feel like a prison. Every time you glance outside you wonder how on earth any wildlife survives this time of year. You feel unmotivated, kinda slow, and realize you are in a form of human-hibernation. Your skin is a nice shade of pasty and everything is starting to have that grey hue that comes from too much salt on the roads. Physiologically you start to feel like getting out of bed is truly an unnatural feeling and every time you glance at the calendar and see the seemingly endless days of January, February and March trudge by you want to hit the "snooze" button of life.

Those are "the Icks." And we have them. All of us. I haven't seen one person around who doesn't have a look of desperation on their faces for anything that might even hint at the end of winter. People are are downright pissed that it's March and white stuff is still falling from the sky. Sure, we will take a March snowstorm, but usually it's accompanied by a couple days here or there of temps above at LEAST 45 degrees. Instead we've had nothing but sub zero temps and dreary skies. 

I think I speak for all of us when I say I've had enough of "the Icks," and it's about time winter got voted off the island.