...and I'd smoke more cigars if the bloody weather would actually warm up. Until then I have the climatological equivalent of a chastity belt on my humidor.
It makes me cross.
I just don't know who to be cross at/with.

I have tried shaking a stern fist at the clouds but the only interest I get is from the police and that man with the Thorazine injection.

Ho hum... have to wait until spring I guess.