It's cold...no...no, scratch that...its frigid...
And, it should be Day 168 of the TreeHouse Chronicles.
Our world currently consists of ice (you can't call it snow anymore...you can walk atop it...) on the ground (similar to "Pants on the Ground"...only ice), on the road, on everyone's driveways.
And frigid, bitterly cold air.
I want sun.
And warm air.
And green grass.
And chirping birds.
I want the TreeHouse Chronicles back in full swing.
Speaking of swing...I want that too. Swings. Slides. Playing outside.
Is it like this where you are? Are we in the same boat?
Or, are you lucky? Are you living in warmth and sunshine?
If you are...will you please send some my way?
...with a cherry on top?