Having one of those moments again, just BLAAAAH to wooly sweaters, wet floors from melted snow (equals damp yucky socks), dry winter skin, yellow snow, brown snow, grey snow, slippy roads, frozen fingertips, cold rooms in the morning, putting on hundreds of layers of clothes on the kids, NOT putting on enough clothes on myself, and thus freezing my tootsies off driving to work, grumpy dogs, grumpy chickens, the dream of spring, sigh. I wanna go here:

My beautiful mother-in-law's phantasmagoric paradise in Portugal. It heals the soul.