I’m tired of the emotional roller coaster the seasons set upon me. When it’s summer, it’s unbelievably hot and I can’t think of anything but winter when I just know every day is going to be the perfect temperature. I keep thinking I’ll start exercising or doing the yard work as soon as it cools off into the 90s. Then winter hits and all I can think about is how summer isn’t that bad because at least I can cool off in that pool I don’t have and every day I’m going to go swimming and loose weight. Then summer comes back and it’s too hot even in the pool to do anything and it’s impossible to get the house cool enough so I just sit around and dream about winter. I want to live somewhere where beautiful days are abundant and snow is nonexistent unless I plan to go skiing. Is that so much to ask?