God Save Me From This Weather

I'm looking out my window at work and see nothing but gray; gray sky, gray snow, gray mud, gray buildings. Which coordinate perfectly with my gray cubicle, gray walls, gray carpet, gray desk, etc. The temps are hovering around the freezing mark, which is actually mild for this place and time. But the cold and damp just settles in, never relenting, sapping away my energy, my motivation to do much of anything other than curl up in a ball in front of a computer screen. Then I happen upon Fred Reed's latest column and wonder what the hell am I doing here? Why would anyone want to live in this god-forsaken climate? I sure as hell know that I don't.