Last week I intimated in this space that I do not make New Year’s resolutions.

That’s not entirely true.

A confession. I resolve again this year to hate the next 90 days just as much as I did last year, and the year before that.

Here’s the deal. I hate winter. In fact, I hate it a little more each year.

I can handle a little snow and cold to add to the holiday cheer, but that’s all in the rear-view mirror. Now it’s back to reality, and the cold drudgery of the next three months.

If it was up to me, I’d go back to bed, pull the covers over my head, and leave a wake-up call for April 1.

That’s not going to happen.

Instead, I will endeavor to find all the redeeming factors involved in winter.

Anybody have any ideas?