Winter in Seattle seems like it will never end. One cold, gray morning passes into the next, broken up by sips of sunlight as thin and unpleasant as my first cup of coffee today. Sure, other parts of the world have actual blizzards, ice storms, and sub-zero temperatures to deal with, but for people in the Pacific Northwest, a few days of snow can feel like the dawning of a new Ice Age. While I understand that we're technically in spring now, it's still cold, man.