Here's an anecdote from my past life in the television news business.
I was working in Phoenix one winter when a national governor's meeting was being held in the Valley of the Sun.
I got a telephone call from a reporter in Buffalo, New York where winter meant WINTER!
In my chat with him he asked what the weather was like and I told him it was around 75 degrees and sunny.
He groaned and said something like "You really know how to rub it in, don't you."
I then added that the conference wasn't really going on in Phoenix but in a suburb called Paradise Valley.
He responded with a sarcastic "Oh, thanks a lot!"
Those were good times for me.
I am still in Arizona but now about 80 miles northwest of Greater Phoenix and around forty-one-hundred feet higher.
True, we are further south than Denver, Colorado but our elevation is nearly the same at around 5 thousand feet.
And it's a bright sunny day here but the temperature as I'm typing this at 11 a.m. is only 39 degrees.
And while I grew up in North Dakota, only about 50 miles from Canada, I've been gone a long time and have spent over half my life in Arizona.
My blood has thinned and I'm shivering and complaining about the cold a lot.
But unlike the other Sunshine State, Florida, we do not have 8 inches of snow on the ground!
And to my way of thinking that is a blessing!
So we struggle along here in the sunny Southwest.
I think I can get through it until Summer is back and I can complain about how blasted hot it is.