Just in case I havent made my true inner feelings on the colder New England months known here:
I F'n HATE IT 
With every stich of my being I hate it more and more with every passing moment.
I cant explain it. Through most of my more formidable years (15 to 39) all I evevr wanted was a get away place in Vermont we I'd hunt for food and cut wood and build on my open wind swept mountain land.
Then at around 40 years old I suddenly felt the cold in a way I never imagined and dreams of living in the Florida Keys are all I have when I sleep now. Yes, I can see my fat a$$ fishing on the clear turqious waters now.
While I still think the turn of the seasons, changing foliage, and fresh snow are beautiful things I hope to admire them from afar and I'll send post cards from my boat while I'm fishing off the coast of Isla Morada as often as I can Nick.
Keep Warm:w00t: