A native of Chicago and a graduate of the University of Missouri, Eric Bernsee has enjoyed residing in Greencastle for more than 25 years. Years of consuming McDonald's iced teas, Dairy Castle flurries and Marvin's GCBs have helped make him the man he is today.

Sick, sick, sick (and tired) of this winter

Posted Sunday, February 9, 2014, at 3:38 PM

As I stood around freezing in single-digits temps Thursday morning to snap photos of the annual Girl Scout cookie delivery, I couldn't help but think back to undertaking the same assignment last February.

It was 60 degrees then, and nobody was wearing a jacket. Thursday morning I couldn't feel my toes for an hour after getting back to the office.

Such is winter 2013-14. Not just the winter of our discontent, but the winter of our distaste for all things cold and snowy.

Yes, I am sick of it. Sick of snow. Sick of cold. Sick of not seeing the concrete of my driveway for a month.

Sick of ruining my loafers in over-the-ankles snow. Sick of salty residue permeating the cuffs of my jeans and khakis.

Sick of snow days and two-hour delays. And I don't even have any kids still in school.

Did I mention I was sick of it all? Yep, sick and tired.

Somebody cue Bill Murray. It's really "Groundhog Day 2," isn't it?

I'm going to roll over when that alarm goes off at 6 in the morning and "I Got You Babe" will be playing on the radio. I know it is ...

And that whole thing with the dopey groundhog?

I think it must have been a polar bear or a penguin that saw his shadow. Six more weeks of winter? Yea, six more weeks of hibernation might be better.

Of course, local TV weather forecasters all seem to love it all, calling it "Arctic Blast 2014" or "Snowpocalypse" while gushing about a Polar Vortex sucking us into the throes of a Siberian winter.

And they all just have to have their Storm Team 2, 4, 6 or 8. Who do we appreciate? Certainly not those guys.

Sick of them waffling on whether it will be snow or ice and forecasting instead the never-popular "wintry mix."

Did I mention I'm sick of this winter?

Tried to turn to Jimmy Buffett for relief while writing my story earlier. "Boat Drinks" seemed quite appropriate.

After all, it's the ditty in which Buffett longs to "go where it's warm."

Admittedly I'm getting dangerously close to enacting my favorite lyric in that song (hey, all I need is a gun and a freezer) ...

"This morning I shot six holes in my freezer. I think I got cabin fever.

"Somebody sound the alarm ...

"I wanna go where it's warm!"