Does God have nothing better to do than sit in heaven and wait for me to get happy with winter so She can then cause it to warm up just enough in Anchorage for there to be icy rain, sleet, wind and the kind of generally gross weather that makes me want to run screaming back to the North Slope? Maybe things will look better after my coffee. I’ll go strap some ice skates on my car tires and head to Cafe Loco.