I hate seeing my own breath.
I hate not wanting to go to the gym, even though I’ve been doing a lot better about going on a regular basis.
I hate my nose hairs freezing on the way to the mailbox.
I hate actually having to wear a coat … in Florida.
I hate the weather reports from Michigan and New York actually being comparable to ours.
I hate the number 29 … at least when it’s used as a temperature.
I hate not having any energy and wanting to just lay around all day, despite having a brazillion things to do.
I hate feeling like a horrible, horrible cold is right around the corner.
I really, really hate the cold.