Wishful-thinking people keep saying that spring is right around the corner.
It's a b-i-g corner, though, and my neck hurts from craning it to catch a glimmer of promised warmer weather.
In the interim, I guess you just have to keep a sense of humor about it and figure, hey, it's the middle of February.
How much worse can it get? We're over the hump, right?
Then I recall that little weather episode we had called the Blizzard of 1993.
It happened in the middle of March.
Remember that one?
I'm doing my best to stay positive through all this cold and snow with not much of what you can call breaks of any duration.
But I am honestly pretty sick of coats and scarves and boots and gloves, not to mention turtleneck sweaters that make me feel like Bazooka Joe.
What I wouldn't give to hear a robin or two sing instead of hearing the furnace kicking over constantly.
It's a banner year if you're in the keep-people-warm business, for sure.
Or the salt business.
I've almost grown weary of looking out the window, pushing back the curtains only to reaffirm that, hey, there's snow out there. Brrr. It's cold. Everything's white.
How very original for a season called winter.
I confessed at work the other day that I couldn't muster much interest in the winter Olympics - fake snow and ice in Russia on TV; real snow and ice here in Realityville.
Winter produces some funny things, though.
I see anti-winter Facebook posts that have made me laugh, including the cartoon where the cow is holding the snowman hostage under threat of an activated hair dryer. The cow is demanding that the snowman fess up over what he's done with the grass.
Or there's the cartoon where the guy asks the waiter what wine goes with endless winter.
In real local life, a "Penguin Pal" friend of mine named Caroline, who e-mails me St. Mark Lutheran Church's sermon topic each week for the Saturday community page, told me she has a sign in front of her house announcing "Free Snow - Take Some."
She said that so far, she's had not one taker, not even for one measly flake.
Some things you just can't give away, she lamented.
I know we'll make it to the other side of this weather and survive cabin fever in the progress.
Hang in there - spring is right around the corner.
Just be patient ... and careful with your neck.
(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer with the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at email@example.com.)