Until I board a plane for Vancouver, heading for a new job, and a new life. The day can't arrive soon enough. Starting a new job at a new newspaper will be difficult. Leaving behind everything I've known for the past 24 years will be difficult. But the weather, it won't be difficult at all.
Here, it is -15. There, it is +7. That's a 23-degree difference.
Also, I don't imagine, once I arrive in B.C., that I'll have to start my day as I started today, trapped in my one-way street after a man in a Volvo somehow launched the back end of his car onto a three-foot high snowbank while leaving the nose of his car in the middle of the road, blocking the way for everyone else.
It took four of us about 10 minutes to heave his car back onto the road, and though we all felt good about helping the guy out, we are all sick of having to push cars. I imagine I've pushed about 12 cars out of immobility and onto the road this winter. Twice, I've had to have my own car pushed by friendly neighbours.
This is no way to live. It's difficult to imagine pioneers stopping in what is now the GTA, surviving a winter, and then thinking, 'yeah, it's a good idea to stay here and live.' That was before climate change, too.