Another day of winter, another day closer to spring. The days are getting longer, though not quickly enough for me. In a few weeks that furry rat from Punxsutawney will let us know just how much more winter we must endure. I am not what you call a winter person. Shoot, I can barely survive fall. I like long hot days. Fall, and especially winter would be the antithesis of that. Antithesis, bet you did not think you would get a twenty-dollar word for free, did you? Here is another, this may even be a fifty-dollar word. Crestfallen, meaning dejected. Winter leaves me feeling crestfallen. Spring, now that is a million-dollar word, and it can’t get here fast enough.