"The Fact Was Awful" by Bob Purvis
The fact was that all that warm weather and sunshine was making her feel just awful. She thrived in the misery of frozen ground and snow—not least because she made her best living plowing and sanding driveways. Mowing lawns wouldn’t be quite as profitable, but that was not the point.
Because the fact was that she was only satisfied when she was cold and miserable and complaining to anyone who would listen. With the sun and warmth would come beauty and sweet smells and new life. Who could possibly endure that? Not she. But her saving grace was that she would now, as awful as she felt, have something new to complain about. It was all good.