I Hate Canada

Man, it's cold here.

I want to contemplate and write about and engender discussion over the economy and the state of the arts in English literature; and seek new recipes for alfredo or rangoon or mulled cider; and learn piano or watercolor painting or mixing stains for fine hardwoods....

....but damn, it's cold here.

Every time my stuttering brain begins on any interesting path, all I have to do is glance out the window (or let myself feel how freakin' numb my fingers are), and all I can properly consider is burning my desk.