W: It's coooold here. Almost freezing. I had to find my gloves this morning.
W: It's supposed to be spring already. Even the trees think so. Flowers and buds are appearing.
W: (not here, but a good percentage of the state): it's icy. We can't go anywhere.
What about you, pixies? Weather whines? Illness whines? (If you don't have any, our household has plenty to spare). Old Skool? Albatross whines? Let us hear them all.