Boston winters drag on for months. It feels endless. Sometimes during the middle of winter when the sky is grey and the trees are bare you actually forget what summer feels like (or at least harbor a secret fear it will never return). After weeks of shoveling snow at 6am just to get your car free so you can drive to work in the pitch dark and return home in the same darkness, you begin to go a bit crazy.
p.s - yes, we're wearing matching plaid shirts. embarrassing.