According to my sister, New York actually has 12 seasons (including The Pollening, between Third Winter and Spring) & we are currently in Hell's Front Porch. It's hard not to feel like we're being abused or gaslit by the weather: The temperature is way down (yay!) but the humidity is way way way up so it's just as unlovable & unliveable as it has been for the last 2 weeks. Can I call the Weather Violence hotline for an intervention?