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It has been so bitterly cold here in Pennsylvania. I can’t remember a winter being as cold as this, but I’m sure there were colder days. Even though the daylight hours are growing longer minute by minute, it’s easy to find an excuse not to go out unless you absolutely must, but then again I often have to push myself to accomplish things. People I speak to have been in all kinds of nasty moods. They say they’re “under the weather, not feeling good about this time of year. As I stood outside with my two dogs yesterday, it was so cold that my nose and face felt crisp and my cars were stinging. Of course, that doesn’t matter to Ricky and Lucy. They have a routine they must go through to find just the fight spot no matter how cold or hot it is. So I wait. But this time it was different. As cold as it was, I suddenly was invigorated thinking about how wonderful this extreme cold really was. Then the sun broke through the clouds and memories of summer’s scorching hot days flashed through my mind. I could remember standing in the heat of the afternoon, sweat pouring down my brow and the hot, burning sun against my face. I reminded myself then and there that in the cold of the winter I would wish I had this heat. I was right. Two extremes in my life that most of the time I find uncomfortable, I normally dread them and gripe about it all the way through. | 
