A trip around my world

I'm not overly fond of snow.
Or cold.
It makes me grumpy.
I want to be outside without my shoulders up to my ears.
Or shivering.
I don't like the wetness on the bottoms of my pants.
Cause I'm short.
And then I can't tuck my feet up without getting my pants wet up higher.
The whiteness irritates me.
I'm all about green.
I don't like the desert as much either.
Too much brown.
Unless you find an oasis of green.
Then I love the desert.
As I write this it started snowing again.
Almost as if to mock me.
Which is another reason not to like snow.
It makes you irrational.

My fingernails are clean.
Which is a bad sign for seasonal depression.
I must get my hands in dirt regularly or things get dicey.
And I don't mean dust.
Of which there is no shortage of in my home.
Because of the stupid cold.
Which creates the stupid furnace to run constantly.
Which blows the dust around.
And is starting to sound like a jet engine taking off.
Which must be a bad sign.
If I was on a jet that sounded like that I would get my parachute ready.
That squeaking can't be good.
And my brother the HVAC dude is still angry at me.
Over a text message 5 years ago.
Technology is bad.

But not as bad as winter.
Just saying.