I try not to rant… work hard to not whine.  But for the love of all that is right and holy, this weather needs to stop.  I live in Arizona where the state motto is, “Want Skin Cancer? We’re Here To Help.”  Yet, I find myself wearing 13 layers of clothing, blow-drying my frostbitten toes, and building a fire in the middle of the living room just to stay warm.  Maybe I’m exaggerating a teeny, tiny bit… I  mean, I do live at an elevation 7,200 feet where snow is inevitable.  This I understand.  After eight winters, I have grown accustomed to shoveling snow, trying not to break my neck on icy stairs, and the occasional bout of cabin fever due to being stuck indoors because of a storm.  However, this winter has been so much more than just a storm here and there.  We have been dumped on repeatedly and never seem to get the chance to recover.  Parking lots are covered with 2 inch thick slabs of ice.  The roads are full of potholes that make you wonder if you’ve just run over a kindergartener, and to add insult to injury, no matter how bad the weather is or how much snow is on the ground, the university never shuts down.  It’s no wonder half of the student and staff population is fighting Flagstaff’s version of the bird flu.  Today is just another shining example.  Weather.com says it ‘feels like 12 degrees’ and is predicting another foot of snow on the ground by morning.  Oh joy!  A friend jokingly mentioned today she’s considering moving to San Diego… I just might have to join her.