Ah, poop

This is the day I've been dreading since spring.

October is nice, and Halloween is always very entertaining (even when headache strikes).

But I hate November first. All I can see in front of me for the next five months is grey clouds, icy breath, snow, slush, ice and misery. There's no turning back -- and even in Toronto, a Canadian winter can be a dreary thing.

My grandfather has tentatively offered me the use of his condo in Florida early next year. I think I may need to take advantage of it. The prospect of yet another uninterrupted Canadian winter makes my soul shrivel up and hide in the warmest, darkest place it can find.