I love the heat. I would take hot and sweaty, wearing as little as possible over painfully cold and bundled in layers any day. I live in perpetual fear of the electric bill, and it is not always convenient to be buried beneath a goose down comforter. Cooking and showering, for instance, are not well-executed while so arranged.
I abhor winter with every cell in my body. I simply can not find one single redeeming characteristic.
So I will present warmer memories instead, both taken during a visit from my mom in May of 2000.
Maybe next time I'm feeling unbearably cold I'll pull out some pictures from my trips to Key West. Or New Orleans in August. Those sure were some hot times.
Hope you're warm and cozy where ever you are. Or that you like this blasted thing called winter.