Yeah, I'm one of those people who complain about the weather and this is my favorite time of year to do it. Although I studiously avoid warm weather clichés like "it's not the heat, it's the humidity" and its inverse, "at least it's a dry heat," I spout winter standards like singing show tunes in the shower. I deliver climate soliloquies when the temperature drops. I'm sorry, but I can't help myself.

Growing up, my dad insisted cold weather formed both hardy constitutions and character. I noted that he didn't have to wait outside for the school bus and warmed up his car before getting in. Also, he retired to Arizona at 55.

My oft-repeated lines (and the appropriate time to dust them off annually) include:

Season changes are overrated. All they're good for is inducing allergies and a new round of viruses. (October.)

If I lived somewhere between 70 and 80 degrees year-round, I'd be happy. (First time it hits 45 degrees or 50 with a brisk wind.)

If I wanted to be in Minnesota, I'd still live there. (30 and below.)

I'm going home and staying under the blankets until this is over. (20 and below, especially when lasting 48 hours.)

Damp cold gets inside my bones. (Snow imminent.) Note: As I age, I expect this will include referencing my arthur-itis.

I feel like I'll never be warm again. (January.)

I hate winter. (September through June.)

Such proclamations do not logically apply to Colorado, where the weather, not just temperature measurement, is mercurial. It doesn't matter. Even recognizing transitory nature, a wintry forecast sets off my tirades as if snow fell in my living room.

I deliver well-worn commentary to the grocery store clerk, my children and anyone unfortunate enough to phone me or pass me on the street. These people already know it's cold and probably have little interest in my gloomy personal views. Still, they nod pleasantly or murmur something sympathetic. I appreciate that.

Sitting in a rapidly chilling car this morning, since I refuse to leave it running while waiting for the bus even if the emissions might cause global warming, I asked my son, "What would be your ideal climate?"

"Oh, I like season changes," he remarked, sleepily. Immediately recognizing the set-up, he amended, "Well, I suppose monsoons are a season, though."