Where the Hell is Spring

I like cold weather. It is one of the reasons that I moved to the Pacific Northwest. I don't necessarily like being cold, but I far prefer it to being hot. It is far easier to add layers than it is to remove layers. Eventually, you run out of layers to remove and you end up sitting there naked, sweating to death in the sweltering heat.

As you may guess, Summer is my least favourite season.

All that being said though, I am SO ready for it to start warming up. We are in the midst of what I refer to as a Cold Spring. Here it is at the end of April and we have had exactly one day where it got anywhere near 60 degrees. Most days lately the high has only been 50 to 52. Brrrrr!!

Now granted, that doesn't sound too cold, but for some reason our apartment becomes an icebox when it falls below 50 degrees. I'm guessing that we lose a lot of heat around the windows and that the apartment probably doesn't have the best insulation in the world. They are definitely older apartments and while that is part of their charm, it does come with some negatives. Like those days where it is warmer outside than it is inside, and it isn't because of A/C.

I didn't blog yesterday. I spent most of the day over at my writing friend's house (who I need to come up with a name for since I don't really think I should use real names), writing and talking about life. It was really nice and gave me many ideas to roll around in my head. It is especially nice because she is someone who has been in my shoes in the past and who managed to come through it and be successful, or at least what I would consider successful. So she has a lot of insight about my situation, which I am often sorely lacking.

In other news, I think I have finally figured out how to make my blog entries appear on my Facebook. Exciting!