I mean, it's February and there are patches of grass in my yard. Where's the snow? Where's the howling wind? Where's the below 0 temps?
I don't know where it is, but it ain't here. So, you may ask what the hell am I complaining about? Let me tell you.
I got the fever. I got the spring fever. I don't want to work. I don't want to sit inside, tapping at a computer, or doing research...and before the nice weather hit, I was kind of on a roll.
Now I'm rolling out the door to enjoy some spring-like weather.
My compter will be there tomorrow...as well as the next novel I'm writing.