I get sadistic pleasure listening to the Yankees complain about the southeast Texas heat and humidity during the summer and half way through what they expect to be winter.
Me, too. Of course they are all more than welcome to return to the snow and ice if they choose. We go to Colorado snow skiing during Christmas school break. That is quite enough to last me for the entire year. The winter coat I brought down with me when I moved here in 1985 is still like new.